Where do I start?

So I just moved into my new place and there were 100 boxes to go through. Where do I start? I could start in the living room, so I could put my stereo system together and have something to listen to besides those ever present voices in my head. I could start in the bedroom, because “we” will need a place to sleep tonight. I could start in the kitchen so maybe I would run across my wine opener and silence the voices or at least make them slur a little. Well, I decided to start in the kitchen, mainly because the voices were thirsty.

Yep, I moved into my new apartment. The moving company grabbed my stuff from storage and told me they would meet me at my place between 9 and 10:30 AM on Friday morning. I assumed the time has something to do with the fact that my building only allows people to move in and out between 9 and 6 M-F. Yep my building is one of those.

I spent Thursday night at my temp housing and planned to be at the apartment by 9 as I know no delivery is ever on time. Well I got a call at 7:30 AM from the truck driver. He was at my building. I told him he would have to wait until 9 to start anyway, so get comfortable. I think they pay those guys by the hour, because he said no problem.

Now, let me tell you something about my place. There is a parking garage below my building with two levels and a loading dock. My parking spots happen to be near the elevator that is right next store to my apartment, they plan it that way. However, the loading dock elevator is about 500 feet from my apartment. Those poor guys had to schlep all my stuff 500 feet through the hallways. I guess they were lucky I didn’t have much.

Some concerns…

My cable is not going to be hooked up until Thursday and the season finale of 24 is tomorrow night. I am freaking just a little.

Ever notice how some things from your old place just don’t seem to fit in you new place? Yeah me too. Sucks.

On a brighter note, I am heading to brunch in a little while with some of you. I am looking forward to seeing the Baltimore contingent. Weekend was a blur, later.

Note to all: For those of you that were always sure I needed psychological help, I do not really hear voices. "Was that right?" "Yes." "Good." "Shut up and go get in the shower." "OK"