So yesterday marked the third time I moved in the past nine months. Once back last November to live with the sister, then in May to live somehwere else for the summer so other-sister could move into my old space, and now into the place I’m sharing with Will until I (hopefully) graduate.
The place is nice. Not centrally-heated, but with three window A/C units (note to self: contact realty people about getting new filters as these likely haven’t been serviced in years). The interesting thing about window A/C units is that for some tasks they’re simply more efficient. Last night I just had the one unit on in the bedroom and closed the door. It stayed cool, but didn’t chill the whole place. Which is nice because I like to sleep in the chill, but hate to wake up to it. Simply walking out into the hall made me feel toasty.
Also, and probably more importantly, I got my bed back. See, I’ve been sleeping on this bed for years. I don’t know where we got this mattress, but… It’s just about perfect for me. Perhaps a bit short, but supportive precisely where I want, and soft where I prefer. The place I was in for the summer was furnished, so I left my bed behind and used theirs.
This morning was the first time in three months that I’ve woken up and not, as my first action, popped my neck (in three directions) and then my back. That’s just lovely.
I’m an eight minute walk from work, and a seven minute walk to school. I’m glad to be in a place where I can walk again.
Also, and unrelated to anything other than that I discovered this yesterday: we apparently have an FLGS now. I stopped by, talked Eurogames with one of the owners, then some other people showed up and we watched an episode of Cowboy Bebop while discussing LARPs, and finally I got a demo of Warmachine, which is a pretty clever game, but will need more play before I could make much more of a statement than that.
Back to moving: one up-shot of moving as often as I have recently is that I’ve pared my life down to the essentials. Everything which I moved fit into a corner of the room and took up about the same footprint as a king sized mattress. Clothes, electronics, books, furniture… Living small. In a conceited sort of way, I like it.
Thomas