My Moving Hell...

Lately, my creative juices have been on hold while I moved out of my pit of an apartment and into my new digs. I now realize that I NEVER want to move again. Holy crap, has this sucked; and this is only half of what has to be moved! Jenny's vast cornucopia of random objects still needs to be packed and hauled over here. This is going to blow harder than Tropical Storm Edna. I never realized how much shit I owned until now. I think I need to start just throwing things away.

Box, after basket, after bag each needs to find a home in our new abode; and not just any place, but somewhere that will fall into Jenny's master plans! Haha, just kidding.

Yesterday, a bribe of coney island convinced my cousin Butch, Jenny, and another guy I know named Erine to come to my apartment and move things, pack mule style, from the rooms of the apartment, down the stairs of death, and finally into two pick-ups, to be moved 5 miles, all the while sweating like pigs. Thank god for bribes.

Thankfully, Erine has some experience at this whole moving thing, working for a moving company and all, because the damn couch that took my brother and I hours to fit into our living room, was easily removed in a matter of minutes. I belive this proves to me that the Smitka family does not have great ability in thinking spacially.

So, after moving all the big crap, I stupidly sent my bribed help home and return to the house thinking that I only have a little bit left to go. I should never of opened my mouth. Hours later, Jenny and I are slaving to clean and pack the remains of my former residence, working into the wee hours of the evening. After calling it quits for the night, we decide to come back the next day for day two of the Ferndale Clean-A-Thon.

After work, and even two more hours later of cleaning, I wipe down the last countertop, and say my good-byes to the creepy ladies downstairs. Good bye Ferndale, good bye walking up the stairs of death, good bye living in filth, I will miss you all (or maybe not).

Anyway, after two days of moving hell, and many upcoming days of putting all this shit away, I'm finally here; away from the botomless pit that was my Ferndale flat, and into my deee-lux casa in Royal Oak. Home-ownership, here I come...