I moved yesterday. Agonizing. Carting boxes and other crap out of the old place, down the stairs, and into the truck. Then the process was repeated, in reverse, at the new place - carting boxes and other crap out of the truck, up the stairs, into the new room.
VERY fortunately, three very sweet people at the new place (one of whom is the owner) pitched in. The owner told me, briskly, that he and the other guy who was helping would carry the boxes of books, which were the heaviest items. Much was put into the garage, so it didn't need to be carried upstairs, to my relief.
One of my new housemates, who looks as if she could just about hold a hot dog on a stick over a campfire, hefted One Big Box and took it upstairs. And another. And a piece of furniture. I'm still trying to wrap my head around that one.
At least five boxes contained only kitchen stuff. I am now trying to find a place for it. There are six people renting rooms here, and then the owners live downstairs. The kitchen is full of everyone's things, including seasonings that are at least twenty years old. I've sandwiched a few things into the pantry, but I've had less luck with my dishes and glassware. I'm going to see what I can do tomorrow.
I PAID MY RENT! It's SUCH a relief to be able to do that! The rent here is exactly one-third what the rent was at the old place, and the rent at the old place didn't include utilities; this rate does. The owners are very nice people, as are the other renters.
I did discover one thing that gives me pause. It turns out that one of my housemates is allergic to cats. I didn't know; the owners didn't know, either. It had never come up in conversation. Kitty is staying in the room with me, not coming out. I asked the new housemate if this would be okay, and he thinks it will be. Even so, the owners have adopted a wait-and-see attitude.
There is a piano in the living room. One of the renters plays the drums. Another one used to play the flute. Even with all that, the place is very quiet; the majority of the noise comes from the owners' dog. There is some traffic noise, but with my earplugs in at night, I don't notice it.
Finally. Now I can get to work on paying my debts, saving my money, and GOING HOME!
VERY fortunately, three very sweet people at the new place (one of whom is the owner) pitched in. The owner told me, briskly, that he and the other guy who was helping would carry the boxes of books, which were the heaviest items. Much was put into the garage, so it didn't need to be carried upstairs, to my relief.
One of my new housemates, who looks as if she could just about hold a hot dog on a stick over a campfire, hefted One Big Box and took it upstairs. And another. And a piece of furniture. I'm still trying to wrap my head around that one.
At least five boxes contained only kitchen stuff. I am now trying to find a place for it. There are six people renting rooms here, and then the owners live downstairs. The kitchen is full of everyone's things, including seasonings that are at least twenty years old. I've sandwiched a few things into the pantry, but I've had less luck with my dishes and glassware. I'm going to see what I can do tomorrow.
I PAID MY RENT! It's SUCH a relief to be able to do that! The rent here is exactly one-third what the rent was at the old place, and the rent at the old place didn't include utilities; this rate does. The owners are very nice people, as are the other renters.
I did discover one thing that gives me pause. It turns out that one of my housemates is allergic to cats. I didn't know; the owners didn't know, either. It had never come up in conversation. Kitty is staying in the room with me, not coming out. I asked the new housemate if this would be okay, and he thinks it will be. Even so, the owners have adopted a wait-and-see attitude.
There is a piano in the living room. One of the renters plays the drums. Another one used to play the flute. Even with all that, the place is very quiet; the majority of the noise comes from the owners' dog. There is some traffic noise, but with my earplugs in at night, I don't notice it.
Finally. Now I can get to work on paying my debts, saving my money, and GOING HOME!
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