The more I move the less I enjoy the effort of relocating. Each year we seem to accumulate more belongings. More storage boxes are purchased (I don’t mess with cardboard box quests) and the attic gets smaller and smaller. It doesn’t help that we bought 27 gallon storage boxes and the width of the attic doorway is regulated for 26.5. Which means I have to turn the boxes sideways for passage through the rickety drop steps with just enough edge for my pinky toes to pinch down like a rock climbers grip to keep from falling backwards to my 7 foot doom. Attic stairs have not evolved since their inception. I can zoom in on an ice cream cone in a child’s hand in Guadalupe from space but I still have to reckon with a staircase that’s 9.5 inches wide and rolls out like a foil blowout.

The movers were nice and extremely chatty. The only box they dropped was one filled with constructed Lego’s. We now have more projects to perform. I did get a kick out of one of the movers pointing to the sectional and asking “we taking all of this?”

Nah leave the corner as a tip for the next tenant.

We have two cats and if you’re a cat owner then you know how well cats deal with change. Stairs are a new concept for them currently. The eldest keeps going up three to four steps and returning. Most of yesterday it sheltered behind the dryer meowing its protest of the upheaval. The younger one seemed unbothered. It also has the IQ of a nickel.

A clutter bomb has landed in this home and it’ll be sometime before the house feels settled. I have a rather large catering today probably the biggest we’ve ever had and then I have to assimilate for a new menu along with Valentine’s Day boxes. I still haven’t found a vocation where I don’t have to indulge in this ridiculous holiday. As a 35 year representative of service industry establishments I can say I’ve never had a relaxing February 14th. Great for business stimulation.

I’m done being stimulated.

Gripes for the new home so far-

My neighbor’s porch light is over 100,000 lumens. I wouldn’t be surprised if their outdoor furniture were melted.

I’m being a big baby but I don’t like climbing stairs to go to bed. As a ex long distance runner my knees don’t enjoy steps first thing in the morning.

My truck is the same size as the front yard

Outside storage is none. My camping gear is now hanging in my work office

I have to walk further for my coffee refill. I’m stretching for that one and honestly over all I dig the dig I’m three miles away from my old neighbor who despite my best spell casting didn’t drop dead on his lawn the entire time we lived there. I checked our ring cam for the coroner daily.

Jk

No I’m not

We have so much shit in this house it’s ridiculous.

One thing you don’t think about until after you relocate is where to find your new four to five takeout restaurant options.

Mexican

Sushi

Burger and wings (it HAS to be both)

Chinese

Pizza

We are walking distance to downtown albeit it’s squeezed between gentrified and cracked homes. Is it odd that as I get older the cozier it feels to live close to a hospital?

Broken hip falling down the attic stairs? No problem! St Francis is 30 seconds away. I was born at the original St. Francis. How the world turns.

Cool story bro

I’ll have a new walking route soon. I’m actually excited about this having walked literally every single street and side street in N. Main. I wish I could’ve tallied all the miles traveled in that neighborhood. Average 3 miles a day, 4 days a week. I probably clocked over 1500 miles. That’s almost Denver. Highway miles.

I’m staring at 6 storage boxes in the kitchen and all I can hear in my head is the song 🎶 Black and yellow black and yellow black and yellow.. It’s wild that someone took the moving box industry by the horns and now everyone uses these boxes.

Black and yellow black and yellow 🎶

I’m listening to Hemi-sync sounds currently. I have a harp in one ear and xylophone in the other. My ass is back on the same seat of my sofa just a little different view now. We have two extra bathrooms man that was needed. Any venture away from the house for more than an hour meant three people scrambling into the house to call dibs on the toilet.

I’m gonna miss the vibe of the old house. It healed

This one will hold for as long as needed.

Bathroom has a nice shower head too. This is where I am in life. I like casual comfort.

The snow has made me a little lazy I’ve missed three days of work. I’m a momentum guy. Now I want to retire.

Side note with zero relevance- I don’t think I’m a winter person anymore. Still not a summer person I’m becoming an October 1- November 15th person.

Maybe an April person

The toilets here have flushing options. For the ones and the twos. I wonder what happens if you push both down? Is there a three option?

I think that’s enough writing for the day.

Peace ☮️