So we moved in to the new place and all is well, even if I still have to open five boxes every time I want to find one specific thing, and then moving those boxes around makes it so that I can’t find the right box the next time I go looking for a different specific thing.

The move itself was less than fun, as I guess most moves are. We hired movers this time around and there weren’t any knife-weilding crazies, but I did get stuck in accident-related traffic near the Triboro bridge for over an hour. I spent the entire time listening to the cat yowling in his carrier and trying not to think about how badly I had to pee (too much coffee, not enough breakfast), but we made it here safe and sound.

And now we even have our cable TV and net access, like normal civilized people. Of course, our new furniture doesn’t get delivered till Tuesday, so we’re playing GTA from a mattress on the floor until then, but it could be worse. We’re sitting in a totally silent apartment at 11pm on a Friday night, for one thing, and we’re looking at our (enormous, expansive) view of Manhattan from our living room windows. Over our balcony! Now, if only I could find the box that’s got my iPod dock in it.