In

Thanks to the help of friends, a UHaul, and finally living in a building with an elevator, our stuff is in our apartment. After a trip to Target and driving the truck back to the Bronx, we came back, cleared a place for the bed, took a cold shower (broken boiler), ate sushi (who knows where the dishes are?) and crashed for a short night (poor New Boy had to work today).

We are living in mountains of boxes. Jack loves it. Tons and tons of stuff to chew on, then even more stuff to hide behind when I yell at him for chewing on things. Puppy heaven, human hell.

Tonight it's pasta and veggies for dinner. An attempt at bringing some kind of normalcy to the chaos, and something I can do without feeling super, incredibly overwhelmed....

(Pardon the bad pics...they're from my phone. The camera is in a box...somewhere. The cord for the camera is in another box....somewhere.)

Changes

Well, I put so much thought into getting ready
Now I know that was the best part
It’s so easy to get caught up in what I’m regretting
Forget what I got from a wounded heart
I’m the one who likes Gardenia
I’m the one who likes to make love on the floor
I don’t want to hang up the phone yet
It’s been good
Getting to know me more
I’ve been seeing all my old friends in the city
Walking alone in Central Park
Doing all the things that I’ve neglected
Traded ‘em all in
To be in your arms
Well, I hear my own voice
Sounds so silly
Keep on telling my story all around
Everything I lost seems so different
Well, this is how everybody gets found
Mandy Moore

Tomorrow we move. Tomorrow I live with the New Boy. 362 days ago the Old Boy and I were still together. What a difference a year makes. He's living with his new girl, too. Funny how the friendship is still there. How we can still laugh...and talk...and how I can still silently cry to him on the phone when life here is too much, and how somehow he always convinces me that this is where I need to be and that everything will work out with the New Boy and the New Apartment and Jack...and it always does.
It's scary...the transition. The combining of stuff and two names on a lease and sharing of a puppy and his family that I so very much would love to be a part of some day....there's a fear that all of the stress and stupid things will drive us apart instead of bringing us together. I'm one of the most stubborn people I know...even when you're right I'll never let you know it...So I listen over and over to a song that reminds me of driving around in the car with Julie A and Minneapolis and lakes and I'm not sure why all of the sudden the change is so scary. It just....is.
Send us good energy as we learn to live together :)