all done ok?

I'm finally completely moved out of the downstairs unit and in my fancy new upstairs unit.  Can you tell?

There were a few snags along the way today that kept delaying the process.  Mostly just my own inability to focus on anything.

It really didn't help that I kept having to take breaks to chase that bad cat down after he would run bolt out the door.  One time when I caught him outside without even realizing he had gotten out I went after him and he ran to the downstairs apartment and tried to get in.  I feel sorry for whoever moves in there, I feel like he will continue to terrorize them.

He's angry about the new place, and the fact that I still haven't put things in order.  He's laying on the exact spot where he would be laying on the couch if it were there.

Oh and he's already sat down in the bathroom sink so I guess that change didn't upset him too much.  He's pissed about the bed situation though.  In my old place there was a built in bedside table thing that was attached to the wall and dictated that your bed had to be put next to it in a certain way.  This apt doesn't have that so I have my bed pushed in to the corner so it's touching the wall on two sides.  Now the detective's favorite place to sleep is in the corner which he does not do.  He needs to have the freedom to drape himself over the edge of the bed.

Last night was my first night sleeping up here and it was nice.  I mean, I was so exhausted that I'm sure I would have slept as well regardless of where I was, but I definitely didn't wake up to any noises.  And it's so nice to be able to open my blinds!

It's back to work tomorrow so we'll see how long I can live with this clutter before I go crazy and have to deal with it.  For now though I am going back to sleep.

the transition has begun

It's really weird.

I did a little cleaning before I started moving my things upstairs and about halfway through I forgot I was cleaning a new apt because the process is exactly the same as cleaning my old apartment.

Then I actually started moving things, picking up my plant from the counter downstairs, walking upstairs, placing it in the exact same spot on the exact same countertop in my new apartment.

So bright and clean!

Thank you Daniel for coming and helping me with the heavy lifting today.  Now all I have left is clothes and dishes.   Oh and the detective.  I don't want to break the news to him that it's a different bathroom sink so I'm leaving him down there to enjoy his old place for a little longer.

still here

March 2013 is proving to be a rough month for me, in case you couldn't tell from my slacking with the posting.

There's been a lot of banging going on upstairs so I think I am almost going to be ready to move up there.  They finished the construction at work too so I am back in my territory.

Just have to deal with a few more life chores and then I'll be ready to get on with my life.

In the meantime the most interesting thing I have to report is that the cat is still weird.

this jerk

Since I am officially moving out I've had to keep my apt clean and ready to show whenever I get the call from my landlord, so I spent my day off cleaning everything.

As did the detective.  The woman who came to look at my place the other day said she liked the apt and she loved my cat.  I should have tried to give him to her when I had the chance.

I woke up this morning at 4am to him sneezing right in my face.  That's what I figured happened anyways, I initially thought it was the air brakes on a bus that I had somehow fallen asleep next to.  When I woke up I was so startled I had no idea what was going on.  It almost sounded like a soda bottle exploded or something.  I actually got out of bed and inspected everything to make sure it was in fact just him being exceptionally rude.

He says, "EXCUSE ME"

I can't believe I pulled it off

That is how full of junk my car was.  Every nook and cranny filled.  It's easier to see how absurdly stuffed it is in the cross section of the cabin, the trunk picture doesn't really give a good idea of how much junk is really crammed in there:

Lets just say getting the trunk closed was its own challenge.

So in the past when I've travelled by car with kitty ( see this and this) he spent the entire time in my lap even though he had the run of the whole cabin.  I hoped that it would be the same with this trip, but this trip was far longer than any we had taken before.  Sure enough, he only spent the first half hour with me before settling down here:

Which was fine as I was already on the interstate and didn't need to shift anymore.  Well it was fine until he started rolling down the windows, and turning on the hazard lights.  The first times it seemed to be by accident but then it was as if he understood the power he held underneath his massive body.

Weirdly this place in my car gets really warm from the engine after a while, which I thought was why he was laying there, until he started in with his dramatics.  Long mournful wailing followed by sad looks up at me while he actually panted like he was in the friggin' desert or something.

He finally figured out that the air was coming from the foot area so he at some point made his way down there and stayed for the rest of the journey.  It was only mildly awkward to maneuver my legs around him.

I took that picture upon arrival, at which point he had apparently just resigned himself to the horror that had been this move.  I had the door open and was taking several pictures and he just sat there acting like he was traumatized.  When I brought him inside he promptly disappeared which was fine as I could unload my car without him in the way.

I piled everything up to see how much stuff there really was.  I'm not sure if I'm more amazed at how much stuff I fit in my tiny tiny car, or saddened when I realize that all of my earthly belongings fit in a small pile on the floor.

Or concerned at how much of my stuff is shoes.

I'm so used to sharing a tiny ny apartment with one or two other people that it's weird to be able to put my stuff wherever I want.  It's kind of overwhelming trying to organize things completely from scratch, at least I know where to keep the cat.

This is where he ended up spending the entire first night I was here.  Curled in the corner of a shelf in my closet.  I eventually filled up the area around him with things so he had a little cave, which he seemed to like.  And you'll be pleased to know that he has since warmed up to his new environment and resumed his usual routine of terrorizing me every chance he gets.

I think he will get more comfortable as I acquire more things for him to hide under, like a bed.  Oh a bed, how I long for a bed.  That's actually on the agenda for this morning, so I need to go take a shower and start this process.  I don't know how much longer I will survive on a leaky air mattress.

I need

via Reddit

I'm at the final phase of my packing experience where I basically have a handful of things left and must decide whether they are worth lugging to the airport or if I should just leave them here.  Things like dress shirts.  Will I really need dress shirts?  I don't know.  Probably not, the most dress code I've ever seen in Florida has been "no shirt no shoes no service" but then again who knows where I'll end up.  And I might actually have to go on a job interview or something so maybe I'd want to have something nice to wear than a wife beater. 

But then again I'm sure when I'm going through airport security with a heavily sedated detective I'll be thinking, "ugh why did I pack so many dress shirts?  Why didn't I just leave them in NY?"

Which is why I need this room in a box.  At least I'd know for sure that everything would fit back in to this compact little thing.  And anything that didn't fit would get chucked out the window.