Tag: moving
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Goodbye to 343
The locks have been changed and we are officially out of our old place, leaving it to the realtor and keeping fingers crossed. This week, we had a crew in to patch up all of the holes in the drywall from the various Ikea crap I installed and then ripped back out, and then had…
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Four doors down
We moved, sort of. I mean, everything is in the new unit, but it’s going to take a while to get set up and running. For one, we don’t have a fridge yet; they ordered it late, or there was a delay or something, and I have no estimate except for “maybe next week.” I…
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Let the fun begin
I have keys to the new place. They just finished painting, and a cleaning crew is going through it right now. I’m just finishing up work, then I get to make the short trip down four doors, roughly 745,921 times in the next couple of days. Wish me luck!
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Moving (again)
We are moving again. This will be the sixth time I move in five years. But, as I said last time, this will be the last time I move for a long time. Let me first preface this by saying I am not moving back to New York. I work in New York, but I…
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Back for the attack
I’m back. I’ve decided to try and get back on the horse again, as far as running this journal. I don’t know if I will have the time, but I need to write, and Facebook just isn’t cutting it as far as getting my thoughts down. I am still busy with work (which I will,…
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New town, new job, new phone
I have moved. Well, mostly. As of Saturday, the place in Playa Del Rey is stripped bare, the shelves wiped clean, and the keys turned in. With the help of Sarah’s dad, we drove the two-car convoy up to San Francisco with no major incidents, feline or otherwise. The new place, which bears a strong…
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Media consolidation mission
Well, I am moving again. This time I will be going up to San Francisco, and in short order – with luck, we will be out of our LA place by the end of this month. Because we are transferring apartments within our current company’s system, it is going faster than usual, and there were…
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The Sopranos were not the dream of an autistic kid in a coma
The ocean isn’t two miles away, as I previously thought. I went for a walk yesterday, heading west, and up this huge hill. At the top of it were all strangely shaped houses of the sort you’d only see on a shoreline, with impossibly-sized windows and turrets and none of the right angles you find…
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Crossing the nothingness of Utah
We’re here, more or less. I forget where the story last left off, but we are in our new place in LA, but our furniture isn’t. My car and a carload of stuff has been waiting here, and then yesterday and today, we drove the other car, a carload of stuff, and the two cats…
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The end of Denver
Well, the Denver gig is up. We are moving again, by the end of this month, to the original Plan A city, which is Los Angeles. And I’m reluctant to talk about it at all, since the stock reaction of most people is similar to that if I told them I was building a machine…