Moving To Queens

I just finished my last car load from Brooklyn.

I just HAD to get out of the basement I was living in. I was willing to do anything to move out.

Even take a few roommates.

Now, for those people who know me personally, having a roommate was something I wasn't keen on. I rather enjoyed living alone. But there's something about living in a small, damp space that just takes the piss out of you.

Needless to say, I've gone ahead and moved in with a few people.

This accomplishes two things: First and foremost, it keeps my rent only slightly higher than it was before. Secondly, it gets be out of the basement.

I like it here. I'm spending my second night on the fourth floor, overlooking a nice, convenient view of South Astoria. A little worried about parking my car on a block where there weren't as many cars. But that's okay. The convenience kicks ass.

That's right. My new place is only steps away from everything. Grocery, mailbox, bank, diner, cleaners, laundry, Chinese food-- everything. Except the subway. Subway's still about a ten minute walk.

But only a 15 minute ride to work.

(Yes!)

Anyway, this will be the 14th time I've moved in the last 10 years of my life. But that's okay. I'm used to it.

And the last two days were no exception. I had three car loads. And a strict policy of moving without any help. Not bad in the scheme of things, but today was a PAIN in the ass. It took almost 9 hours to do this last load.

Eh-- forget it. I'm done. And moved. And happier.

I think I live in a building that's 75% women.

Which is very, very good.