Well, it is official – I have left the dreariness of Dupont Circle for the trees and sleepiness of Capitol Hill. So far, so good. I have many tales from the move itself, which I will discuss ad nauseam in later posts. But for now, there are two things about this move that set it apart from moves past.
1 – For the first time ever, I have moved to a place where all my stuff fits, leaving semi-empty closets (yes, that’s an “s” at the end of closet) and semi-empty rooms (and yes, there also is an “s” at the end of room). I’m actually concerned that this place is too big. I mean, I’ve never lived in a place where you have to go up and down stairs to get from the bedroom to the kitchen. NEVER.
2 – I didn’t cry. All of my previous moves, which I also will probably discuss ad nauseam this week and next, were accompanied by tears and significant drama.
As I sit and wait for the Gas Man and Cable Guy (official titles, both) to show up, I’ll try to get some of this stuff down.