…I am SO BAD at anything approaching a real life update. Even in my paper journal (which I think is buried under the boxes) I’m sucking at keeping up with myself.
But yes, the boxes. I am MOVING A-FREAKING-GAIN and hopefully barring all things dark and horrible this one will be permanent for the duration of the time I deem the Capital Visitor Center worthy of my presence as an employee. (at least a year, more than likely longer.) Instead of being in Alexandria, I’m over sort of in between Ballston and Clarendon, so I’m skirting the edges of the High Rent District.
It’s a GIANT studio. I’ll have to get pictures of the move-in when it happens (I’m waiting on credit check and so forth to come back to get the info on when) because while my stuff looks great and cluttery in the room I’m in right now, it’s gonna be completely underwhelming when I move into the new place.
I’m already aware that I’ll need some sort of seating/guest bedding (couch? futon?) and some extra room storage/dividery stuff (already eyeballing an EXTREME IKEA BOOKCASE) and if anyone wants to buy me the most expensive shower curtain ever I wouldn’t turn it down.
But one thing at a time, I suppose. Job, housing, moving, furniture. Heck, maybe I can even still find a theatre to moonlight at as an assistant stage manager.