We've Moved!

We have officially relocated. Our hopes were such that any official move would land us back in the NW. Alas, we are making baby steps and have merely moved across the hall. At this rate we will return to the NW, let’s see…never. Never fear, though, this move is only temporary while we wait out our last two years in NYC.
Now might be a good time to update our address in your books. We are in the same building, only the apartment # has changed. It is now 6F. Also, we severed our landline and are now completely wireless. (Dan still has wires.)
Some of you might wonder how, when, where, why this move has taken place. Others don’t care. And the privileged few who have had to put up with my constant (and endearing) recounting of my “lack of storage space” dreams can breath a sigh of relief: We have an extra bedroom! And closets (5)! But I am getting ahead of myself. Let me begin at the beginning:
It was a dark and stormy night. Wait, that’s a different story…
About three weeks ago we noticed a notice (haha) on the door of 6F stating that the apartment had been seized by the fire marshal. Intent on doing some seizing of my own, I cornered one of the maintenance men I had seen doing work on the apartment and found out that it’s a two bedroom. This set the wheels in motion. I called management and was told the apartment would be ready in a few weeks, to call back at that time. Meanwhile, my “lack of space” dreams were intensifying and my Dan was making plans to have me institutionalized. Dan and I were able to do a walk through of the place before it was finished and I immediately began planning out where all of our stuff would go once we moved in. They had redone all the hardwood floors, painted and put in brand new kitchen appliances, tile and cabinets. Of course, when I called back in a week to inquire again the landlord had someone in mind to put in there. THE HORROR! I expressed my disappointment and asked that, should the other renter fall through, we be kept in mind. After some minor haggling over rent and the craziness of finding a renter for 6H on Craig’s List, we are in the bigger, better apartment. Yes, bigger is better.
Our friend’s Ben and Jara helped us move in yesterday. Dan and Ben mostly moved, Jara and I mostly went to Target and Bed Bath & Beyond. We had dinner here (courtesy of Jara-I told her we would feed them for helping us if they brought the food). After realizing our new stove didn’t have gas yet, Jara was forced back into our old apartment to heat up the enchiladas and make the rice. We joked that she was cooking in the servant’s smaller quarters and would be bringing us our meal in the “big house.”
And this brings us to the end of our saga. More pictures will follow once we have everything organized, arranged and cleaned. Which may never happen.
The idea now is to weed out the stuff we haven’t used in five years and maintain a nice, capacious home. Dan is resistant due to the “pack rat” genes he inherited from a certain someone, but he is coming around. Some things may have to be mysteriously “lost” in the move. As for my Monday evening plans? Takeout.