So ... I don't mean to brag or anything but I may be the best mover ever. Within 36 hours of receiving the keys to my new place I was 95% unpacked and set up at my new abode (just need to hang art and I will share pics asap!)
Friday night I left work and ran home to pack up my car before signing the lease. I decided to wear my heart rate monitor just to get an idea of how many calories I'd burn while moving. One car load down the stairs took me about 13 minutes and burned over 100 calories. Score!
Saturday was the official moving day and I started it off with a 10 mile run. Perhaps not the greatest idea, but I really wanted one last long run through my neighborhood, and it was gorgeous weather out (70 degrees in december tyvm.)My parents met me at the new place around 10:30 and 7 hours (and one nervous breakdown) later we were pretty much done. I had a few boxes left at the old place but we really busted it out. The nervous breakdown came around 3 p.m. when I realized the water wasn't turned on at my new place due to a mis-communication between me and my new landlord/s. I thought it was going to be Monday before I'd have water but they actually came out Sunday morning and turned it on. You have no idea how often you want to go to the bathroom when you know you can't.
After the run + 7 hours of moving I was so tired I couldn't even eat. I had virtually zero appeatite all day. After a *much* needed bath I went over to the bf's to relax with some wine and Mexican pizza he made for dinner. He's quite the good chef!
As we were finishing up our first slice he commented on how filling it was and that, "you only need one slice to feel full." Yeah, I went ahead and had a second slice, and some of my oreo snickers cheesecake he still had from Wednesday. I should have all the photos hung tonight and will probably do a video tour of the new place like I did with the studio. In the meantime, Salem is greatly enjoying his new office. He's also going to need those project reports on his desk asap. Given the 70+ degree weather, the move, and just general life stress this is the most un-Christmasy Christmas I've ever had. I'm determined to make the most of the Holiday in the 48 hours I have left.
What do you do to get into the Holiday spirit?