Wednesday, June 22, 2011

Just Things

Moving is a beating. Plain and simple.

You know what is fun though? Picking up your belongings one-by-one as you carefully snuggle them into boxes and remembering the stories behind each one. It should be said that I'm one day into this packing business and "snuggling" will no doubt turn into "tossing shit into half-taped boxes with frenetic recklessness" in about 23 days.  Guess I should pack the stuff I love most first to ensure it arrives to its destination safely.

Speaking of my "prize" possessions, I realized as I was packing last night that some of my very favorite belongings are things that I didn't pay for or were ridiculously inexpensive. Love that.

My very favorite thing in my bedroom:

My friend Marcus sent me this book out of the blue when I was in college with a note that said "I saw this in a bookstore and immediately thought of you". It is an old French textbook from 1919. On the inside cover someone had written the Pledge of Allegiance in French and it has various scribbles throughout it. Including the name 'Betty' in the inside cover and references to 'Bob' in the margins of the book.

It makes me smile because I wonder where all this book has been in the last 92 years. I can't help but think that maybe Betty and Bob were learning french together in preparation for a romantic trip overseas. I wonder if they are still alive and together (or if they ever were a couple in the first place?)

And of course, it makes me think of Marcus. I met him on our trip to France when I was 15 and we've been friends ever since. He is one of the kindest souls I've ever met.
Marcus and me on the left with the rest of the crew.

My favorite thing in my living room:

This piano was my grandparent's and then my parents'. It's so old that it has ivory keys*. It doesn't really match any of my stuff, it's very traditional, and it's kind of an odd piece to have in an urban condo inhabited by (relatively) young people. All those things aside, I love it. My mom decided she wanted to get a baby grand instead and didn't have a place for it. My aunt, mom, dad, brother, and I have all practiced on it so there was absolutely no way I was going to let this piano leave my family.

It reminds me of my grandfather. It reminds me of my dad. It reminds me of all of our moves and our lives as nomads growing up (you don't know the meaning of moving until you've witnessed the intense amount of effort it takes three grown men to hoist a piano up a flight of stairs).

*Even though I'm one crazy hair shy of sending in my PETA card and would never ever buy ivory anything on my own... I view the fact that the piano is so old that the keys are made of ivory is sort of a nod to its age and history with my family. I do not support the maiming of elephants in any form or fashion.

My favorite thing(s) in my kitchen:

This is simple instead of sentimental, but I just love these. I think I bought them for $1.50 each at Target and I keep salt and pepper in them. I can't quite put my finger on why I adore them so much. Maybe it's that it makes me feel more "cheffy". Who knows, but considering the total cost of $3.00 puts a smile on my face every time I'm cooking, that's a pretty good deal.


As of yesterday, I think we may have also found a place to live! Assuming the roomie approves today when we go look at it, we will no longer be homeless and will be able to move in as planned in August! We're switching it up a little and moving back to Uptown where all the "young kids" live. It's an apartment but it's actually bigger than our current townhouse AND it's right on top of retail. Literally, you walk right downstairs and there are several restaurants, a Starbucks, a spa, a few bars, even a movie theater! So fun!

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