I moved!!! Last Thursday I woke up extra early (4 flipping AM people!) to fly to Chicago, to leave NYC, to move. The flight was on time and the cab to my new place took less than half an hour. The broker met me there to give me my keys and show me the ropes, more or less.
The movers were late (no surprise there, Prime Van Lines is the WORSE moving company ever, please don’t use it, be warned). They had first said they would arrive between 8 and 10am, thus my early morning flight. Then they said it would be more like between 12 and 2. Around 1pm the driver called me to say he was running late and would most likely be in Chicago at 3pm. They arrived at 4pm, not one minute sooner.
While I waited for them to arrive I got myself situated a bit, looked around and envisioned where I would put each thing. The movers would unpack the big stuff, the stuff that I would not be able to move by myself once they left, so I needed to have a plan. The empty place looked like this:
After a while of waiting I started getting hungry, so I went out for a stroll to see what I could find. I found a diner and had a burger and fries. Not the best, but definitely hit the spot and gave me energy to go to CVS (no Duane Reade here) and get some coke and a bottle of wine, because of course that’s what I would need later on, right? Totally forgot the milk, but had wine!