Wednesday, July 27, 2005
Home Again (this time with a cold)
The moving cards are being printed; they'll be addressed next week; and we're still living out of boxes.
But, we've moved.
Leaving the old apartment where I spent 12 long years of my life was harder than I even thought it would be (and I was prepared for it to be hard), but once we got the furniture into the new place and I realized how much more room we had, it made the sting a little less painful.
It's still hard for me to drive home from work; my car seeming to automatically drive over to the old place -- and, sentimentally, I sometimes still drive past the parking garage, where I feel like my car gets wistful and wants to turn into it.
We left a few pieces of furniture in the place -- junk that was either too decrepit or too bulky to move on our own. And I wonder if the new people will keep it or be disgusted by it.
I also left a gift pack of CK ONE in the closet, simply because I can't even stand the thought of packing it, let alone wearing it like I used to. And I wonder what the new people will do with that.
In the move and the garage sale (which netted us about $300), a lot of dust was stirred up, which caused a terrible allergy attack -- which, in turn, sparked a nasty summer cold.
And you all know how fun it is to be sick when it's 100 degrees outside.
Saturday, July 09, 2005
With great apologies for the lack of movement around here, I thought I'd just pop in for a moment to explain that the move to the new condo will finally take place this NEXT weekend. So, for lack of a better explanation, we're up to our eyeballs in packing boxes, packing tape, clutter, garbage and an ever-expanding pile for the sure-to-be-a-hit garage sale.
Super huge mad props go to the bf, who spent all of last week packing while I was either covering new TV show shoots, or spending a few days in NY, overseeing a troubled show that features 17 young girls living in a house together.
Having NEVER moved since I arrived in Los Angeles 12 years ago, you can only imagine the things I'm finding. (Jerry actually pointed out that I've spent MORE than 1/3 of my entire life dwelling in this humble abode...no wonder it's so hard to think of leaving it.) Unearthing some old photos brought back glorious memories -- and the realization that I'm actually getting old. (Looking at pictures where I could be classified as dangerously Lohan-esque make me pine for those old 29"-waisted pants. And to think I used to think I was fat...If I only knew where 12 years would take me...)
So, say a prayer that my mental faculties will hold up for just 10 more days...just long enough to clean out the old place and get the new place in moderately functioning order.
Goodbye, good old Sweetzer Avenue apartment. The memories you've given me are irreplaceable. Here's to the condo -- a mere 1.2 miles away. May it be filled with calmer, more peaceful memories.