my poor couch!

A lot has happened since I last posted. I'll try to catch you all up but so much has happened and I am getting old so my memory isn't what it could be so I'm sure I'll forget something.

The big news is that I moved. Again. That's right, I am in my second apartment in the same town since moving back to the east coast. Yes, I move a lot. The other place didn't work out due to various landlord issues so I moved to a really cool building in the downtown area. It's a converted hotel from the 20s so it's really old and funky and has super-high ceilings and very cool woodwork. I signed a 3 month lease so I'll be here at least until January. (just kidding!!)

Sadly my couch didn't make the move with me. My dad and I had a really hard time getting my couch into my other apartment. The door frames were really narrow and I guess my couch was a little long (I never noticed as I am also a little long). We got it in with the use of a lasso and me lieing on the floor kicking it in. We got it in but we couldn't get it out. There were four of us, including two professional movers but we couldn't get the damn couch out! After about an hour of trying my dad turned to me and said "x, go get the sledgehammer from the car" and that was that. We took off one arm and still couldn't get it out and then we took off the other arm and we barely squeezed that baby out. I was kind of bummed but I wanted to be done with the last apartment so bad that I at the time I didn't really care. I have no where to sit in my new place and am typing this from my lovely hardwood floors . . .

Here is the couch, in pieces, waiting for the trashmen to pick it up.