Day of Rest

Moving in on Friday was a fiasco, and that's putting it mildly.  I'll spare you the details but being that I'm used to the "Big Easy Factor" in doing business in NOLA I was surprised by how shocked I was by the experience we had.

But it's over.  We paid the hefty fee, sweat and cursed, and all the boxes and furniture from our POD made it into the apartment by 2pm on Friday.

I had my doubts about it all fitting, and it was pretty jammed in.

Thankfully, help was on the way.  Jessica arrived at 6pm, and immediately cracked open a Miller High Life for each of us, rolled up her sleeves, gave Charlie and me some orders, and started opening boxes.

Since there is not much space, moving things around to just unpack and see what was in boxes was tricky.  Finding places for everything after thinking "what in the hell did I pack this for?" proved difficult as well.  But everything has a spot.  That is pretty amazing.  Not only are the dishes in the cabinets but there are pictures on the walls.

Jessica worked wonders.  And for all of her hard work she got to see the bus and subway to and from LaGuardia, Target in Brooklyn, and Costco in Queens.  We did eat Hebrew Nationals at Costco though.  So she got a little of the NY experience.  I actually think that those three outings did provide her a healthy dose of the city.  Everything is an experience here.

Hanging around in our pjs after everything is all done

We are in search of a dresser or two to complete the moving in, and then nothing else is allowed to come into this apartment.  There is not an inch of space that is unaccounted for.  Pictures to come soon.  Promise.