Friday, December 15, 2006
Oh good grief. Did I not write this down? Did I forget this one tiny, small, little piece of information? Yeah. It looks like I neglected to mention a tiny little development over the past few months. Nothing too major, I’m just moving in with J(5).
Yes, yes, this should have been more ‘headline news’, but I’m bad at blogging. I think we can all just accept that and move on.
So yes, I’ve moved in with J(5). It’s been a slow, gentle process. Far superior to the ‘massive move-in weekend’ parties I’ve had to throw before. I’ve known for a while I want to move in with her because…well…we’re not really apart anymore. Like, ever. Ever since she got back from South America, we’ve been essentially inseparable. I don’t like sleeping in beds that do not contain her, too, and neither does she. I moved over my stuff bit by bit mostly because going back to get my stuff was becoming a hassle.
Well, December 11th came around, and thus ended my lease. At that point I’d been slowly moving in with J(5) for about a month and a half, and with just a couple last-minute transfers it was all over. I now, officially, live with my girlfriend.
I’ll take a moment to address the obvious moral issues. I have been spending all my time with J(5) ever since we realized that being around each other, even just in the same room doing different things, made us both happier. The fact that I no longer ‘keep my stuff’ in a separate location doesn’t seem germane to me. We are together all the time and quite happy about that arrangement. I understand that there are what may be called ‘social implications’, but that’s not enough to keep me away. I love her too much.
Now as is true with most move-ins, there is detritus that must be shuffled off. I got rid of some books, some bric-a-brac and a few pieces of furniture (so did J(5), fairly). Some of that went to charitable donation centers. Some went to friends. The rest went to the alley way.
It started out as an experiment. We were getting rid of a couple of J(5)’s old dressers to make room for…well…my old dressers, and we couldn’t figure out how to get the bloody things donated anywhere. The websites of your Goodwills and your Salvation Armies just weren’t cutting it, information-dispersal wise. Eventually, we decided we were putting too much effort into this, and we would just toss the dressers into the alleyway behind the apartment to see if anyone wanted them.
The first one was gone the next day, the second the day afterwards.
From then on, pretty much any piece of furniture we didn’t want (and couldn’t easily donate) just went into the alleyway. For myself, I wasn’t as much concerned about the charitable uses of the items (though that would have been a bonus) as much as I was concerned about good furniture going to waste. So I felt satisfied in that regard, at least, and it became a powerfully efficient way to get rid of stuff. Of course, we did *eventually* figure out how to donate furniture, but by then we had already donated most of our stuff to the alleyway.
Pittsburgh was great fun, (thanks, S!), and in just a few more days, I get to take off from work and go to Alaska! I’ve even finished most of my Christmas shopping. Go me!
Erm…that’s most everything. See most of you very soon!
-N
Yes, yes, this should have been more ‘headline news’, but I’m bad at blogging. I think we can all just accept that and move on.
So yes, I’ve moved in with J(5). It’s been a slow, gentle process. Far superior to the ‘massive move-in weekend’ parties I’ve had to throw before. I’ve known for a while I want to move in with her because…well…we’re not really apart anymore. Like, ever. Ever since she got back from South America, we’ve been essentially inseparable. I don’t like sleeping in beds that do not contain her, too, and neither does she. I moved over my stuff bit by bit mostly because going back to get my stuff was becoming a hassle.
Well, December 11th came around, and thus ended my lease. At that point I’d been slowly moving in with J(5) for about a month and a half, and with just a couple last-minute transfers it was all over. I now, officially, live with my girlfriend.
I’ll take a moment to address the obvious moral issues. I have been spending all my time with J(5) ever since we realized that being around each other, even just in the same room doing different things, made us both happier. The fact that I no longer ‘keep my stuff’ in a separate location doesn’t seem germane to me. We are together all the time and quite happy about that arrangement. I understand that there are what may be called ‘social implications’, but that’s not enough to keep me away. I love her too much.
Now as is true with most move-ins, there is detritus that must be shuffled off. I got rid of some books, some bric-a-brac and a few pieces of furniture (so did J(5), fairly). Some of that went to charitable donation centers. Some went to friends. The rest went to the alley way.
It started out as an experiment. We were getting rid of a couple of J(5)’s old dressers to make room for…well…my old dressers, and we couldn’t figure out how to get the bloody things donated anywhere. The websites of your Goodwills and your Salvation Armies just weren’t cutting it, information-dispersal wise. Eventually, we decided we were putting too much effort into this, and we would just toss the dressers into the alleyway behind the apartment to see if anyone wanted them.
The first one was gone the next day, the second the day afterwards.
From then on, pretty much any piece of furniture we didn’t want (and couldn’t easily donate) just went into the alleyway. For myself, I wasn’t as much concerned about the charitable uses of the items (though that would have been a bonus) as much as I was concerned about good furniture going to waste. So I felt satisfied in that regard, at least, and it became a powerfully efficient way to get rid of stuff. Of course, we did *eventually* figure out how to donate furniture, but by then we had already donated most of our stuff to the alleyway.
Pittsburgh was great fun, (thanks, S!), and in just a few more days, I get to take off from work and go to Alaska! I’ve even finished most of my Christmas shopping. Go me!
Erm…that’s most everything. See most of you very soon!
-N
Comments:
"I don’t like sleeping in beds that do not contain her, too, and neither does she." -I have to admit, that no one would like sleeping in beds that didn't contain themselves!
ILU J(5)
ILU J(5)
# posted by 
: December 15, 2006 at 4:41 PM
: December 15, 2006 at 4:41 PM
Yeah, I pretty much can't sleep without cuddling up on your chest :)
# posted by : December 21, 2006 at 5:46 AM
: December 21, 2006 at 5:46 AM
I can sleep okay, I guess. I mean, I get well rested, but it still doesn't feel right. Like I'm doing 'placebo sleep'. It's like sleep, and has a similar flavor, but it still doesn't feel quite right.
-N
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