Now where did I pack the box-cutter?
I wouldn't say we're "settled in," but we started with 135 items and boxes (oh, so so so many boxes), and I think we're more than halfway through the unpacking process. (The pictures -- my living room and kitchen, respectively -- were taken right after the movers left. We've made quite a bit of progress since then.)
I thought I was discriminate during packing -- and I was. But I'm more discriminate now as it sinks in how little furniture and clothes fit into about 1,050 square feet. We've already filled five BIG boxes and one medium box for Goodwill as of this moment ... and I'm sure it's not the last. I won't, however, be getting rid of my fine china and crystal, which I'll put in storage until I can find a spot for it.
Today was incredibly busy -- The day started at around 7 a.m. with some unpacking. The Comcast guys came to install cable/internet mid-morning. After that, we went to the DMV, where Paul caught some slack by a bitter gatekeeper who said Paul's paperwork wasn't good enough to get a license. (I got mine. It's ugly.)
We left the DMV and went to the credit union to set up accounts -- no easy matter because Paul didn't have a driver's license. Then back to the apartment to meet Colin, the cat-sitter while we're in Memphis for graduation. Then off to the DMV again -- and after some wrangling Paul did get a license. Newly licensed, we stopped by Kmart for nails, etc., then headed back to the apartment to crash for a while.
Tonight, we walked in the dark to the pier. The wildlife hasn't lost its luster yet. It was low tide and smelled ... like the ocean does at low tide -- a little salty and bitter. Either you know what I'm talking about or you don't.
Paul's going to school tomorrow, so chances are I'm going to have some time to spend online blogging and/or making jewelry.
Only a week and a half until Matt gets here. He's used to navigating boxes when he comes to visit, but I'd like to impress him with greatly improved organizational skills.
Miss posting/reading. Hope you guys are all OK. <3
posted by Kate at 11:46 PM
Copyright 2001-2009, L.K.C.S. It's MINE, all MINE. If you wanna use it, gimme credit and a link, okies? And don't run with scissors, because you're just going to poke somebody's eye out with that thing. No, really. 
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nothing like going to the DMV who tells you that infact that 6 different forms of proof of residence/ident you have aren't good enough. The DMV then tells you to go get a bank account.
THEN you go get try to get a bank account who then tells you that you need a SC drivers licence.
OH, and that letter of intent to hire - it apparently doesn't help at all the first time trying (but the second time is ok, thanks to the cool dude who apparently knows the regulations for proof of residence than the first lady)
I thought Virginia was the King of DMV Bureaucracy. Sheesh. Good to know you found a sympathetic ear, Paul.
That wooden thing in the first photo sort of looked like a crib before I realized it's a coffee table.
I'm more or less OK here. Had a couple of decent interviews for a change. Hope somebody calls me back before too long.
I should never, ever, ever blog after taking Ambien. Ever. I just fixed, like, eight typos. I'm ashamed to call myself an editor.
De: Glad to hear about the interviews. I'll keep an eye on your tweets for updates. ^_^
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