Will the moving ever end?
The long weekend is almost here…and not soon enough. This week was pretty brual. 2 solid days of packing & moving…exhausting…even mentally. I couldn’t get my brain to slow down at night when I was trying to sleep. It kept going like an energizer battery…thinking of what i missed and what was left to do. Last night after I finished moving (almost finished), i slept much better. Tonight & the rest of the weekend I’ll be helping my former housemate move and paint his place, as well as trying to unpack & setup my place. But this is the fun part that I’ve been waiting for. I’m amazed with the view we have. We sat around last night and our apartment looks right over a park and down into the city. The lights in the office towers look awesome (although not sound for the environment). I think (and others have said the same) our view is equivalent to having an apartment on the edge of New York’s central park and overlooking the park. I’m looking forward to sitting on the balcony a lot. Maybe even reading the paper on the patio and having breakfast tomorrow morning.
But I do miss downtown. Every day, going to work i pass my old place and i miss being in the center of everything. You can’t have it all…so this is what i have to sacrifice. Not bad.