Like I mentioned in my other posts, I am sorry for my absence. I’ve been exceptionally busy with the transition from one home to another. Now, I am all (sorta) moved in and adjusted. It wasn’t without its own drama. For example, the original plan was to move in on Tuesday, but my leasing company (Chicago Apartment Finders) couldn’t get the paperwork to go through fast enough. I eventually signed my lease on Wednesday and I began personally moving boxes on Thursday night after work.
My ammmmmazing dad had pre-arranged to come help me move all of my stuff on Friday night. But we soon realized that if we were to move everything on Friday, we would be making about 10 trips until about 4am. He took the day off and I leased out my younger cousin to help him move. B was supposed to contribute but he had an emergency car repair and couldn’t make it. So while I was working a very dangerous graduation ceremony and attempting to keep up with the World Cup action at work, my dad and cousin Kyle were roughing through storms, flooding, and the unpleasant parking conditions to move almost everything in my old apartment in to my new one.
When I got off of work, I ran through a lightning and hail storm to my new pad only to find that we had lost a much beloved member of my furniture family. I recently purchased an amazingly cheap, but still a splurge, mattress set. B struggled to pull up the boxspring by himself so I figured that would be the WORST part of moving. I was so right. My dad and cousin spent about 45 minutes until they broke it and gave up. Now I am sleeping on the mattress alone. I’m not going to lie, it sucks. Hopefully I can find a quick and easy solution that will get me up off the floor asap.
But really, I have nothing but thanks for my father. This is a man who has moved my growing amount of crap at least 10 times in the last 5-6 years. From tiny dorm rooms to 4th floor transition apartments during major baseball games, my dad has done it all… often with little to no help from this weak armed party.
Not to mention the fact that he has seen me through three cars, three major boyfriends, and three major life changing career moves… My dad is amazing. And I, of course, now have unobtainable expectations of what a man should and shouldn’t do. But most of all, he has given me life lessons. These are just six of them that I take with me in my every day life:
1. Be kind to everyone you meet.
2. Trash talk and gossiping behind one person’s back only leaves you open for them to do the same.
3. Create your own opportunities and never be afraid to say yes when possible.
4. Find a good man that will listen to you when you are sad and share in your joy when you are happy.
5. Practice, practice, practice.
6. Good movies can include Meg Ryan.
Oh, and listen to plenty of Paul Simon. Daily.
Another great man in my life is B. I spent most of yesterday out in the country at his family’s home in celebration of the Solstice. It was a beautifully bright day, and I again loved meeting his family. They are such a wonderfully open group of people. And the kids are just adorable! Hearing little Logan tell B that he knew that his beer wasn’t “big kid’s pop” was hysterical.
Today, I woke up with to B moving and unpacking most of my stuff. He apparently got up and couldn’t sleep, so instead of waking me up or just turning on the tv, he spent the majority of the morning unpacking, and organizing my desk. Later, we went out for lunch, saw Toy Story 3 (A+++++++++), and then watched the Guild while eating pita take out. Yummy weekend!
Anyways, I will make sure to pick up my blogging as I unpack and get acclimated with my new neighborhood. Hopefully I will have some time to check out the beach, see some of the shops, and learn the L line a bit better. Pictures to come!