My roommate and I just moved. He got a killer deal on a rental house, so my month has been measured in moving boxes. How many packed, how many moved, how many unpacked.
This is my 11th move since 1989. Interestingly enough, it’s my first move north of my original location.
Where I’ve lived:
1971-1973: Plymouth, North Carolina
1973-1975: New Bern, North Carolina
1975-1985: Clayton, California
1985-1989: Lafayette, California
1989-1990: Washburn Hall, San Jose State University
1990 (summer): Walnut Creek, California
Aug. – Sept. 1990: San Jose, California (house)
Sept. 1990-1991: Joe West Hall, San Jose State University
1991 (summer): Walnut Creek, California
1991-1993: San Jose, California (apartment on 3rd St.)
1993-1994: San Jose, California (house on 8th St. between San Fernando and Santa Clara Streets, we’re talking Crack central)
1994-1995: Apartment off Moffett Ave. in Mountain View, CA
1995-1996: Apartment off Shoreline Blvd. in Mountain View, CA
1996-March 1997: Apartment in San Carlos, CA
1997: House in Redwood City, CA
Pretty insane, isn’t it?
Thanks to Alex, this move went very well. He told me that so long as I packed all my stuff and put it in the living room, he’d take care of moving it. In return, I cleaned the old apartment for our move-out inspection. I’m pleased to say that 10 hours later, the apartment was cleaner than it was when we moved in. 🙂
The new house is really incredible. We’re renting it. It was built in 1957 and has all the original tile work. My oven is pink with chrome details and perfectly matches my pink 1957 Cadillac cookie jar. Gas oven, gas burners, with an exhaust fan that looks like something on the wing of a commercial-grade airplane. There’s also an ironing board that folds down from the wall, Murphy-bed style.
The bathroom is a riot. The shower is tiled in a pucey-lime green. Let me tell you how attractive one feels when one gets naked at 8:00 a.m., enters the shower, looks at her skin and is green. Ick.
My bedroom is larger than the room I had in my previous apartment, which is a good thing because there was barely room for simeultaneous bedroom occupation by me and my cat in the old place. 🙂 There’s a big window for afternoon sunlight and hardwood floors, with lovely woodworking around the doors.
Plus, it’s the first time since I lived at my parents’ house that I haven’t had an apartment or room number in my address. And I can go ahead and spend all my quarters on pinball because we have a laundry room with a non-coin-operated washer and dryer.
Does this mean I’m a grownup now?