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It's been an eventful week.
Last Thursday I got sick, fever, headache, nauseau, etc. I went in to work for a couple of hours to finish up some photoshop images for a grant application, then took the rest of the day off. Friday I was feeling much better which was good because my mom came to town and we went to Albany to pick up Denis at the airport.
It was moving weekend. Everything went smoothly although it was still pretty stressful. Saturday we loaded the truck. Many thanks to mom, Carey, and especially![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
osirusbrisbane and John who carried many heavy things down the stairs (John also adopted our blue recliner.) It took about 7 hours in all, not including picking up the Uhaul at a quasi-sketchy place in Pittsfield.
Sunday we dropped off my beloved loveseat that I was forced to abandon and then drove down to DC. Denis drove the UHaul (last time I did I hit someone's truck) and we towed the car. That took about 10.5 hours including one 1 hour stop.
Monday we unloaded the truck. It was just the two of us, but only took about 8 hours. I didn't think we were going to make it but we were saved by exclusive use of the service elevator (we were forced to pay a $250 moving fee so at least we got something) and two shopping carts that the building has. The shopping carts meant we did more pushing than carrying which is good since the hallways from the loading dock to the elevator and the elevator to our apartment are pretty long. The only really problem item was the sleeper sofa, but we managed. We are both sore and a little bruised and Denis was feeling sick, but we're better now.
I've spent the last couple days unpacking. The kitchen, livingroom area, the bedroom (at least the furniture and my clothes), and the closets are pretty well set. That leaves the dining area, office area, and bathroom. Since we moved from a two-bedroom with lots of closets to a one-bedroom with fewer closets we're having some storage issues. The biggest pile of stuff left is computer-related so more of Denis's area than mine. I love the newly-discovered container store, although we shouldn't spend so much money there. Today I went with Denis to work so I could see his office, get the keys copied in Dupont circle, and start getting used to ride the bus. When I lived in DC before I walked and rode the Metro, no problem. I'm not so good with buses, part of this I think is that metro maps tend to be colored and laid out graphically, while bus schedules are grids of numbers (which I can never remember and can never find a copy of to take with me.) I also had some bad early experiences with buses, remember no public transportation in Maine, which I'll cut to:
Elementary School
I walked to school for kindergarden and first grade, it was just a couple blocks away, so no problem. Second grade was the first time I had to ride the bus. My mom introduced to me to the bus driver and I got to school fine. On the way home I got on the right bus, but I thought the bus driver would drop me off where he picked me up. We drove by a stop a couple blocks from my house, but I thought he would drop me off closer, but guess not since we ended up driving way out into the country. My mom got worried and called the school, but the bus driver didn't see me and said I wasn't on the bus. Eventually it was fine, but I remember being more and more scared the farther away from town we got. I was on the bus a couple of hours.
Junior High
On my eighth grade confirmation trip we drove to New York to spend the night at the Cathedral of St. John the Divine (which was really cool. It was a neat trip, we also stayed in a synagogue on the way down, but I was mostly concerned with following Travis Pouarz around because I had a crush on him.) Enroute to the cloisters we almost got hit by a bus and the driver stopped, got out of the bus, and yelled at this group of white kids from Maine.
High School
um, no public transportation in Maine, most of my bus trips were marching band related which was interesting in itself, but not relevant to this discussion
College
Freshman fall I went to visit my HTH at Fitchburg which required me to take a bus to Boston, then the metro to South Station, then a commuter rail. One weekend I went down to surprise him and didn't tell anyone where I was going. I got on the wrong metro line (I think I confused South Station and South St.) and ended up on an above ground train which dropped me off on some residential street past 11pm at night with no money and no more tokens. (so dumb) I somehow got back on the train going the other way, but ended up missing my commuter rail and had to spend a couple hours in South Station waiting for the last one. No one knew where I was and I didn't have a cell phone. It freaked me out and I cried a bit.
Anyway, so buses make me nervous, I'm not very comfortable on them and (although rationally I know otherwise) I'm always worried that I'll get on the wrong bus and get stranded somewhere. I'm sure I'll get over it, I'm forced to unless I want to walk 25 min. to and from the metro every day.
In other news, I found out one of my close friends from highschool (actually elementary school) is pregnant (about 5 weeks now). Out of the five of us she is the only other married one (although Tim is engaged) and settled happily in Pennsylvania teaching math at a private religious highschool. I'm really happy for her (and maybe a little jealous) and glad she invited us to read her online diary about her pregnancy. It will be interesting to read the details of her experience. Hopefully it will discourage me.
Classes start next week and we still have tons of detail/errand stuff to do. Feeling kind of blah tonight, too much time alone with the boxes. We should go out this weekend and that will help. I will probably also gain some enthusiasm for school although now I don't really want to do anything involving my brain.
Last Thursday I got sick, fever, headache, nauseau, etc. I went in to work for a couple of hours to finish up some photoshop images for a grant application, then took the rest of the day off. Friday I was feeling much better which was good because my mom came to town and we went to Albany to pick up Denis at the airport.
It was moving weekend. Everything went smoothly although it was still pretty stressful. Saturday we loaded the truck. Many thanks to mom, Carey, and especially
osirusbrisbane and John who carried many heavy things down the stairs (John also adopted our blue recliner.) It took about 7 hours in all, not including picking up the Uhaul at a quasi-sketchy place in Pittsfield.Sunday we dropped off my beloved loveseat that I was forced to abandon and then drove down to DC. Denis drove the UHaul (last time I did I hit someone's truck) and we towed the car. That took about 10.5 hours including one 1 hour stop.
Monday we unloaded the truck. It was just the two of us, but only took about 8 hours. I didn't think we were going to make it but we were saved by exclusive use of the service elevator (we were forced to pay a $250 moving fee so at least we got something) and two shopping carts that the building has. The shopping carts meant we did more pushing than carrying which is good since the hallways from the loading dock to the elevator and the elevator to our apartment are pretty long. The only really problem item was the sleeper sofa, but we managed. We are both sore and a little bruised and Denis was feeling sick, but we're better now.
I've spent the last couple days unpacking. The kitchen, livingroom area, the bedroom (at least the furniture and my clothes), and the closets are pretty well set. That leaves the dining area, office area, and bathroom. Since we moved from a two-bedroom with lots of closets to a one-bedroom with fewer closets we're having some storage issues. The biggest pile of stuff left is computer-related so more of Denis's area than mine. I love the newly-discovered container store, although we shouldn't spend so much money there. Today I went with Denis to work so I could see his office, get the keys copied in Dupont circle, and start getting used to ride the bus. When I lived in DC before I walked and rode the Metro, no problem. I'm not so good with buses, part of this I think is that metro maps tend to be colored and laid out graphically, while bus schedules are grids of numbers (which I can never remember and can never find a copy of to take with me.) I also had some bad early experiences with buses, remember no public transportation in Maine, which I'll cut to:
Elementary School
I walked to school for kindergarden and first grade, it was just a couple blocks away, so no problem. Second grade was the first time I had to ride the bus. My mom introduced to me to the bus driver and I got to school fine. On the way home I got on the right bus, but I thought the bus driver would drop me off where he picked me up. We drove by a stop a couple blocks from my house, but I thought he would drop me off closer, but guess not since we ended up driving way out into the country. My mom got worried and called the school, but the bus driver didn't see me and said I wasn't on the bus. Eventually it was fine, but I remember being more and more scared the farther away from town we got. I was on the bus a couple of hours.
Junior High
On my eighth grade confirmation trip we drove to New York to spend the night at the Cathedral of St. John the Divine (which was really cool. It was a neat trip, we also stayed in a synagogue on the way down, but I was mostly concerned with following Travis Pouarz around because I had a crush on him.) Enroute to the cloisters we almost got hit by a bus and the driver stopped, got out of the bus, and yelled at this group of white kids from Maine.
High School
um, no public transportation in Maine, most of my bus trips were marching band related which was interesting in itself, but not relevant to this discussion
College
Freshman fall I went to visit my HTH at Fitchburg which required me to take a bus to Boston, then the metro to South Station, then a commuter rail. One weekend I went down to surprise him and didn't tell anyone where I was going. I got on the wrong metro line (I think I confused South Station and South St.) and ended up on an above ground train which dropped me off on some residential street past 11pm at night with no money and no more tokens. (so dumb) I somehow got back on the train going the other way, but ended up missing my commuter rail and had to spend a couple hours in South Station waiting for the last one. No one knew where I was and I didn't have a cell phone. It freaked me out and I cried a bit.
Anyway, so buses make me nervous, I'm not very comfortable on them and (although rationally I know otherwise) I'm always worried that I'll get on the wrong bus and get stranded somewhere. I'm sure I'll get over it, I'm forced to unless I want to walk 25 min. to and from the metro every day.
In other news, I found out one of my close friends from highschool (actually elementary school) is pregnant (about 5 weeks now). Out of the five of us she is the only other married one (although Tim is engaged) and settled happily in Pennsylvania teaching math at a private religious highschool. I'm really happy for her (and maybe a little jealous) and glad she invited us to read her online diary about her pregnancy. It will be interesting to read the details of her experience. Hopefully it will discourage me.
Classes start next week and we still have tons of detail/errand stuff to do. Feeling kind of blah tonight, too much time alone with the boxes. We should go out this weekend and that will help. I will probably also gain some enthusiasm for school although now I don't really want to do anything involving my brain.