Move on Down the Road...

Moving is one of the most stressful things that occurs in a person's life.
No matter what you do, how much money you have, it's a change of one of the most important things for a human - shelter.

Because of this, and various other instances of life, I haven't been blogging. Instead I've been walking around on stress level 11.

I have very simple demands on a new apartment: A bath tub, a window in my bedroom, and to stay in the same neighborhood.

Pink and I found a place three blocks down the road that met all of our needs.
Sure, it's a railroad apartment - Emily is going to be walking through my room every morning. BUT - it's got windows, a nice Pink! bathroom with a tub, and - a bonus:
The living room has one wall that is completely covered with mirror panels.

Our reactions to this:

PINK
(with sweet hesitating disgust)
It looks like a 1970's porno in here.

SUE FUNKE
(jumping with excitment)
Dude! It looks like a 70's porno in here!!

Now, I just have to get ready for the three block march of moving lugging crap. This shouldn't be hard for me though. The last time I moved was into my current apartment (obviously) and it was ten blocks down from my old apartment.

I'm just creeping my way through Astoria.