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Feb. 23rd, 2002 10:54 pmStrange changes, all at once.
So, I've been renting furniture. When my ex and I separated, she was living in the house with all the important stuff, like the bed. She's since moved out of town, and I put the stuff I ended up with in storage. So, I was paying for rental furniture, and storage in a storage space. Money just flying away, "see ya!"
I've also been looking at this one bedroom apartment I'm in and, as I've mentioned before, it's smaller than some hotel rooms I've had. Time to make a change.
I like the apartment complex, and I love the location...so I'm moving. Three buildings over. To a two bedroom that is literally twice the size of this place, for only $150 a month more in rent. Subtract the rental furniture, and the storage space as I'll have enough room now for my books and piano and other odd bits, and I'm actually saving money while simultaneously living with twice the space. I'm Einstein, I know.
March 12th is the move date. For those with my address, the 112 will be changed to 313, and everything else will remain the same.
In preparation, I canceled the rental agreement and sent all the rental stuff back. This left me bedless, so I had to go get my bed out of storage last night and bring it back here. Picture a Ford Explorer with the tailgate tied shut and a king-size mattress tied to the roof. Tres Georgia. I didn't trust the mattress to the highway system, so I drove two counties on back-roads. Picture said Ford Explorer with the mattress on the roof driving by the Governor's Mansion in a million-dollar neighborhood in Atlanta. Tres, tres Georgia, non?
I made it in one piece, and so did the bed. I was just pulling into my development, no lie, when the rope holding the tailgate snapped and my tailgate swung up and knocked the mattress crooked. Why can't I be this lucky playing the lottery?
Here's the visual of my move, sponsored by the mapquest link to satellite photos that![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
gardengnome tracked down:
Right now, I'm living on the bottom floor somewhere in the red border. I'm moving to the bottom floor somewhere in the blue border.
Now I have to get all my utilities moved 500 feet. This oughta be fun.
So, I've been renting furniture. When my ex and I separated, she was living in the house with all the important stuff, like the bed. She's since moved out of town, and I put the stuff I ended up with in storage. So, I was paying for rental furniture, and storage in a storage space. Money just flying away, "see ya!"
I've also been looking at this one bedroom apartment I'm in and, as I've mentioned before, it's smaller than some hotel rooms I've had. Time to make a change.
I like the apartment complex, and I love the location...so I'm moving. Three buildings over. To a two bedroom that is literally twice the size of this place, for only $150 a month more in rent. Subtract the rental furniture, and the storage space as I'll have enough room now for my books and piano and other odd bits, and I'm actually saving money while simultaneously living with twice the space. I'm Einstein, I know.
March 12th is the move date. For those with my address, the 112 will be changed to 313, and everything else will remain the same.
In preparation, I canceled the rental agreement and sent all the rental stuff back. This left me bedless, so I had to go get my bed out of storage last night and bring it back here. Picture a Ford Explorer with the tailgate tied shut and a king-size mattress tied to the roof. Tres Georgia. I didn't trust the mattress to the highway system, so I drove two counties on back-roads. Picture said Ford Explorer with the mattress on the roof driving by the Governor's Mansion in a million-dollar neighborhood in Atlanta. Tres, tres Georgia, non?
I made it in one piece, and so did the bed. I was just pulling into my development, no lie, when the rope holding the tailgate snapped and my tailgate swung up and knocked the mattress crooked. Why can't I be this lucky playing the lottery?
Here's the visual of my move, sponsored by the mapquest link to satellite photos that
gardengnome tracked down:Right now, I'm living on the bottom floor somewhere in the red border. I'm moving to the bottom floor somewhere in the blue border.
Now I have to get all my utilities moved 500 feet. This oughta be fun.
