A change and a holiday

I've been quiet as a mouse as far as internet is concerned but in my real life I have been as busy as a bee- a bee with bigass arms... carrying the contents of our apartment accross the city. Moving sucks! They say a change is as good as a holiday but let me tell you, if you change homes you need a holiday. Holy poop!

Last week friday-night we were lying on our favorite olive-green couch in the safety of our familiar living-room, the night before our Big Move, mentally and physically preparing for what we thought would be a two-trip move the next day to our lovely new humble abode. And on Saurday-night we lay on the same couch after a very long FIVE-trip moving mission, bruised and pale, covered in sweat and dust...thinking "what just happened?!" Turns out renting a truck and adopting a posistive American-"let's-do-this"- attitude for the day, is simply not going to cut it. Deconstructing beds, tables, shelves and coffee machines; carrying them down spiral stairs and into a truck; and repeating the process at the other end; over and over again....is just tedious, for lack of a more dramatic word.

Moving aint for piss-ants. If I weren't going to Tuscany next week for some serious Time Out I would be feeling incredibly sorry for myself and my blistered palms. But the new place is just lovely and brand new (no ghosts, no spider-webs, no rusty keys). My favorite part is the state-of-the-art kitchen with a fridge-freezer from the future and the fact that all the activity happens in one big room. Watch this space for photos. Soon. After the holiday.