In the past 24 hours, I have moved from one apartment to another.
Last night’s packing was fueled by the weirdest-sized wine glass ever at the pizza place next to my new apartment.
And salad and spaghetti. Carb-loading for moving, obviously.
My apartment went from this scene.
To this. (New Yorkers: Oz Moving? Best ever. They moved a dozen eggs and didn’t break a single one. I feel like that’s endorsement enough.)
To this. (It was a sweet apartment, but I feel like this is a Craigslist-style photo that makes it look far more awesome than it actually was.)
By the time I got to my new place, I was too hungry to think about taking pictures, but I’m sure I’ll take some along the way to show the progress.