A Post-Grad’s Journey Towards Domestication

We moved over the weekend from our first apartment together, into a beautiful waterfront condo in the same development. Although we’d only lived in the apartment for 11 months, we seemed to have acquired tons of junk–seriously, junk–which made our move very difficult.

You see, our new condo is only about 50 yards from the old apartment, making it too close to drive yet too far to walk. Amazingly enough, lugging two large, solid oak wood futons and a full size couch down two flights of stairs, through the development, and up another flight of stairs in cold, blustering wind was easier than figuring out how to transport drawers of pens, paperwork (unfiled, unfortunately), and coupons/take out menus.

We are supposed to be out of the old apartment today, but some of the above-mentioned items are still lingering. Clothes that didn’t fit in our suitcases have been donated to the Salvation Army and valuable, though thoroughly annoying coupons, have been discarded. At least someone can benefit from our move.