OMG. I remember moving into this same complex nineteen years ago when my parents and I did the whole move ourselves, also into a second floor apartment with a couch and everything. I think we did it one weekend and I was back at work on Monday.

This time I hired movers who got my stuff out of storage, second stop at my parents' house to get everything from there, then on to the new apartment. Even though I wasn't moving myself I. am. so. sore. Living in a ground floor house for the past 3 years and trouble with my knees has robbed my ability to do stairs, and I wiped out on the concrete set of stairs leading to the back parking lot so I got road rash on a knee through my jeans and a few scrapes and bruises. Add that to the packing and unpacking and yeah, in about a week I should be recovered, but it's going to take that long lol.

It's so worth it though. I have my own place again, a job that seems to be secure, and I finally feel like I'm moving forward in life again. I don't have nearly enough furniture to fill this place since a full studio still doesn't translate to a large one bedroom, but I have what I need and I'm sure I'll add things like an actual desk and table at some point. Maybe even a loveseat or couch, which was always a pipe dream in my NYC studios. 

This Sunday I'll take ownership of the same car I brought here 19 years ago which has been my parents' since my move into the city, and once I'm mobile I can acquire whatever else I need. If car prices ever come close to what they should have been without the crazy pandemic bump I still want a Camry hybrid but for now my old Camry works. It's still progress, and I'll take it.