Movin' On Out

One last post before I pack up my computer here at 110 Babcock — or simply "The 'Cock," as someone called it last night. The apartment is pretty empty; other than furniture and books, most everything else has been moved to my new place. As expected, packing has been a fun experience; I've found all kinds of stuff I hadn't seen since I moved in (old photos, a bag full of Louis, etc.) and taking a week to move in gradually before the actual movers came has turned out to be a great idea.

After more than six years in one place, it'll be a real adjustment to have my life centered elsewhere, but I'll be fine (of course). There's a lot I'll miss about this building (the location, mostly), but in the end, I'm very happy to be moving on (thank you, violin players and noisy, insensitive neighbors and price-gouging management company). In fact, it gives me immense pleasure to know that I'll be going out with a bang — my movers are scheduled to arrive at 8 a.m. tomorrow. Now, you know how I feel about noise on Saturday mornings when I'm trying to sleep late. But after all these months of tolerating the violins and the flutes and the pianos and the loud talking and smoking outside my window and the late-night phone calls next door and the smelly cooking and all the shoes left in the hallway and the rude neighbors who don't hold the door open when you're right behind them and the heavy-footed upstairs neighbors and the folks who park their minivan next to me and don't know how to open doors without hitting my car and the side doors being propped open, etc. etc. etc., it only seems right that I disturb my neighbors for a change. So, goodbye 110. I'll miss you. (But not too much.)