With a little help from my friends...

Moving is one of my least favorite activities. I hate pretty much everything about it except decorating a new space and starting from scratch. Otherwise, I hate the packing, the lugging, the pushing, the cramming, the unpacking, the cleaning...the unknown. Today's move into The Barn had me filled with quite a bit of anxiety. After hearing the landlord had a shindig in my place between move out and move in days, hearing the boys had shoved a zillion couches in every possible nook and cranny, and imagining my queen sized bed in the trailer and the winding staircase to get to my third floor apartment at the same time but not in peace and harmony, I was a littler nervous. Getting there and deciding we had no choice but to double park and that the previously mentioned landlord had not dropped off my key and the previously mentioned boys had left a rather large chair in the middle of the previously mentioned winding staircase, I was not any calmer. But, trudge on we did. My parents, my hungover buddy Katie80 and I unloaded pretty much everything into the lot behind The Barn by the time the landlord's wife came over with the key. The apartment was even pronounced well-cleaned once it was scrutinized by my mom. So we set about moving things from the lot to the third floor, had to take off some legs of a table to fit it up...nearly broke off some legs to a couch (which was not found on the side of the street...sick) but the real test came with the bed. The box spring first. No chance it was fitting up the staircase. But low and behold with the strength of three women and one man, the box spring is now tucked away in my bedroom, hoisted from the ground floor to the fire escape, maneuvered around the roof, wires, railings, trees...it was an amazing feat, but we accomplished it. After that, the mattress was a shove and some yellings up the staircase but it also made it. What can I say...we're pretty awesome.