Packing and Moving

There are few things in this life more hated than packing and moving. I can't think of any of them now since I'm in the midst of packing and moving....But they're out there. Somewhere. Lurking about in some lazy way.

This place is an utter disaster. The rain is in full fledge. And I have yet to find bedroom furniture that I like and/or can afford.

But after we picked Kalena up at the airport last night, Marco drove us by the new place. Really it was the side entrance to the new place. "Temescal Place" it read in brushed silver letters. Even in the North Oakland/South Berkeley dirty midnight moon it looked epic. 

New Place Translations:

My own room - True aside from sharing it with Kalena. At least it's the master.

Roof access - a garden.

Side streets - endless, unmetered parking. **

Cement floors - swanky. 

Temescal - beautifully disgusting dive bars (I may have to make another alteration to my new years resolutions), amazing food, walking to grocery stores and all sorts of shopping....

This is going to be fucking awesome. If only it didn't mean packing and moving. :sigh:


**Correction: this is a complete crock of shit. There is no such thing as endless, unmetered parking in the Temescal :grumble grumble: