After eight years of friendship, six years of living together and three years of marriage, Meredith and I decided to take our relationship to the next level and SPLIT UP! ;) Earlier in the week she'd found a temporary apartment for rent nearby and on Saturday afternoon, I helped her move her stuff out.
...we headed to the airport to catch a flight back to Manila. Spotted these two dudes on the way performing ADVANCED scooter moves. (Backwards, wearing flip-flops and holding a fucking 27" cathode-ray TV set! But don't worry, he's got a sorta-helmet on).
After a well-deserved nap, later on in the evening I hung out with Leigh and Scott. They were in the midst of packing up to move out of their 3rd St apartment!
After about twenty trips back and forth over week, by Thursday night we finally had our old apartment empty! Meredith resting up before the final trip!
There were a bunch of boxes that didn't fit into the truck we'd hired, but since we had a few weeks before we had to have our old place cleared out, we figured we could just make a few trips and bring the rest over by hand. No big deal, right?
My dad, supervising Scott and I as we loaded boxes into the truck reminded us to evenly distribute the weight or we'd force the "tongue" out of the trailer hitch actually said the following phrase to us verbatim: "Careful not to load her up too much in the rear or you'll force the tongue out." We both immediately screamed "THAT'S WHAT SHE SAID!" and fell down laughing. My dad was like "Wha?"
After I was done reminiscing, it was time to haul the good stuff up out of the basement and into a Uhaul trailer that my parents planned on driving down to their new Florida home.
After we'd finished loading up the Uhaul, we loaded up Scott's trailer with a bunch of furniture for the house that he and Erika had just purchased and were in the midst of renovating!
After Meredith had gone to sleep in the Rat Hole, Scott and I hung out for a bit, then I helped him load up the sweet ass, brand new bureau that was left behind by the woman who'd just moved out of our new apartment. Score! Thanks again for all your help, Scott!
We finished around 5:30. Here's Scott, Matt, Mer and Murdo celebrating after getting the final item into the apartment. After all the lugging, we decided to all head out for Thai food and feed everyone that helped with the move. Thanks so much for helping everyone! Every day I feel lucky to have the friends that I do. ;)
Siege and I drove over to their new apartment in the moving truck. When we arrived, we found a whole bunch of new people who had showed up to help unpack!
Here's a view of our living room from the kitchen after we'd finished unloading the truck! Again, I gotta give a super-huge thanks to KT and Siege who helped us schlep stuff for hours and stuck it out until the bitter end!
Siege, Ellen, Sarah (and KT - not pictured because she showed up later in the afternoon) = BEST. FRIENDS. EVER! Keep in mind, this wasn't about helping one person move...this was about taking taking our U-Haul to BOTH of apartments, and then unloading all of our stuff into our new place. Oooof!
Schweaty! Ellen and Meredith are showing off rolls of that packing saran wrap that I used tons of (because you can use it to just bind everything together instead of having to pack everything in boxes. It's awesome).
Saturday was moving day! After two years of dating (with only one break up...a new record for me!), Meredith and I decided to move out of our separate apartments and get a place together. Here's the living room of the apartment on 3rd & B that I shared with Niki. Almost all packed and ready to go.
On Monday morning our new furniture that we'd purchased on Friday was delivered. Here's our living room filled with boxes. Fast forward a few hours later and...
Later that night, I helped Tinny carry some piece of furniture she found on the street up all five god-damned flights of stairs up to her apartment! It was just a furniture kind of day!
On Sunday, I moved the last of my stuff into my new sublet at Sarah's, got my own set of keys, and got to officially add my name to the list the lengthy roster of people that are able to proudly call themselves "Occupants of Apt. 3A."
On Thursday I packed up the last of my stuff from Meredith's apartment and brought it over to my newly sublet room at Sarah's apartment! (Thanks for tolerating my ass in your 300 sq. ft. studio for almost six whole months, gorgeous!)
On Tuesday morning I took the train out to my parent's house in Jersey to meet the truck that was delivering all my worldly possessions from San Francisco.
The plan: Continue subletting my apartment in NYC, store all my stuff at my parent's house in NJ, spend the next 12 months traveling to different places around the world and crash at Meredith's apartment (You're the best!) when back in NYC in-between trips.
After another solid week of apartment hunting, I finally managed to find an awesome apartment. I was the master bedroom in a two-story, four bedroom townhouse on the corner of Market and Sanchez Streets. My three roommates were all in their mid-twenties and all worked together at the nearby Cheesecake Factory.
I brought over my recently purchased mattress from the warehouse apartment in the Mission that I'd almost moved into and then stopped at the ATM to get cash to pay the movers that I'd scheduled to deliver all my stuff the next day. Then I went to sleep in my MONEYBED, Scrooge McDuck style.
So on Friday, I got my bed delivered there and decided to spend my first night! (But then it turned out that directly below was an furniture upholsterer workshop and I was awoke at 6am by sounds of four men conversing loudly while using staple guns. The floor was so thin that it literally sounded like they were making furniture in the room with me. When I told my really cool totally nutty, fifty-something year old, ex-hippy, almost-roommate that the noise was waaaay too loud and that I was pretty sure I'd be unable to work there he said "Awww man, I've been trying to find a groovy roommate for months and you're like it, man. Don't you think you could just like, start getting up earlier?" Doh. As cool as the place would've been, it was unfortunately back to apartment hunting for me. (nooooooo!)
So I ended up finding a huge room in a 6,000 sq ft loft in the Mission and decided to take it. The guy who owned the place was a film archivist and most of the other 6,000 sq feet were filled floor to ceiling with film canisters. It was crazy!
After the movie, Leigh came over and helped me clean up my place and pack up the few things that the movers hadn't taken. My almost-empty bedroom. Sad!
After a long day of moving, we all headed back to my apartment on the Bowery where Frank and Liz thanked us with pies from Lombardi's! Mmmmmmmmmm! Best pizza in the world. Then after dinner...
We made it to Liz's a little early; Frank and the rest of the early birds were still over at his apartment packing all of his belongings into the Uhaul that was eventually coming over to get all of Liz's stuff as well.
So we killed time by playing with the photo filters on my camera (Oh, and by making wisecracks about Colin's hair - but I guess that goes without saying).
Moving Day! The crew headed uptown to Fatty's apartment to help him move out (because good friends always help their friends move). After all the heavy lifting was done, Frank serenaded us on the uke'.
1) My old place 100 Freeman Street in Greenpoint, Brooklyn.
2) My new place (Brian Chamber's old place) at 105 Bowery (between Hester and Grand).
3) Brian Chamber's new place at Horatio and the West Side Highway.