Guess what! I’m moving! =)
My roommate and I signed a lease this weekend on a two-story condo about a half mile from the beach. We move in October 1, and I seriously cannot wait.
It’s been about five years since I last moved, and since then, I think I’ve really improved my packing skills, so I’m expecting this move to be pretty easy. Over the last year, I’ve really paired down my closet and gotten rid of a lot of things I don’t wear. I’m also not very big on clutter, so I don’t have much miscellaneous crap to pack up either.
The new place is simply gorgeous inside — the owner has updated everything, and she has impeccable taste. I love the paint colors, the carpet, and especially the patio and balcony outside. It’s the perfect little beach house. There’s an L-shaped balcony on the second floor accessible from both bedrooms upstairs, and it overlooks a spacious, fenced-in, rectangular patio below. The first floor features a living room, dining room, kitchen, and half bath, and the second floor has a master bedroom/bathroom, plus another bedroom and bathroom in the hallway. Once I get there, I’ll definitely share some photos. In the meantime, I’m on the lookout for some new artwork for the lovely walls, as well as some furniture — a dining room table and chairs, new barstools, some patio furniture, plus a new coffee table and end tables. Oh, and maybe a TV stand.
It seems like I always move in October, so it feels like everything is falling into place perfectly. My first lease in Virginia Beach began in October, and so did my second. Even though I closed on the condo in August 2006, I took a few weeks to fix it up before I officially moved in, so that move was end of September/October-ish, too. Ironically, the air conditioning in my condo died shortly after we signed the lease this weekend — just one more sign that getting out of there is the best possible option. I feel like I’m saving myself close to another $5,000 since I don’t have to fix it.
A little less than six weeks until I move! It’s going to be an excellent year near the beach. =)
It’s official. After nearly 30 years of envy, wishful thinking and delusional afternoons on the beach, I’ve finally accepted the fact that I am not now, nor am I destined to ever be…tan. I do, however, have nice skin, a few cute freckles, and hardly any wrinkles…oh, and a few Lorac products that get me through the months of July and August. So, things are looking up.
This crazy trip has got me feelin’: well-adapted
And I’m singin’ along to: Knee Deep – Zac Brown Band feat. Jimmy Buffett
I had the pleasure of speaking with Mr. Zaslow over the weekend when he contacted me to see if I would mind providing some thoughts for a column he was working on about Governor Rendell’s comments last weekend and whether or not America really is a nation of wusses. I didn’t know anything about Jeff before I spoke with him, but I’ve since checked out his website and some of his previous columns, and I’m a fan! He’s an excellent writer.
Update – January 9, 2011
I was also quoted in The Economist! I actually really like this piece, and I think my remarks were interpreted much better here. And, hey — the writer thought I was funny and unpretentious. That’s kind of awesome. Thanks to The Economist for the mention!
This crazy trip has got me feelin’: cool
And I’m singin’ along to: Hurricane Drunk – Florence + The Machine
Dear Governor Ed Rendell,
You’re an idiot. Was it just that you had nothing else you could possibly do other than watch football on Sunday night? Sounds like you’ve scaled your social life to about the same level as my neighbor who rifles through trash bags on Tuesday afternoons.
As an elected public official, I would think that the safety of the general public would at least cross your mind before you start calling your country a “nation of wusses” and comparing us to the Chinese, who, according to you, can march to football games in blizzard conditions while doing calculus. (Note: Marching because if they can concentrate on sports and calculus at the same time, then I’m assuming they’re smart enough not to drive in white-out conditions.)
The thing is, Ed, we’re not a nation of wusses. We’re a nation of fearless, bumbling morons in pickup trucks who like to drink beer, go shirtless in the freezing cold for football, and drive in f-ing blizzards. So, people like the mature, intelligent mayor of Philadelphia are forced to make unpopular decisions because if given the choice between staying home or driving to a game in the snow, nine times out of ten the “fans’ choice” (as you put it) would be the wrong one. And by getting on the road in a blizzard, those fans would be putting everyone else in danger.
Granted, a majority of the snow didn’t fall in Philadelphia (only a foot!), but everywhere east of there was pretty much pummeled. The Eagles are cool enough to have fans in New York and New Jersey, right? Or maybe even Delaware? There’s nothing going on in that state, so you’ve got to have some fans down there.
My point is this. One of the contributing factors to the lack of plowing going on around here is that there are abandoned cars blocking all of the major roadways. Plows, ambulances, fire trucks, emergency vehicles have been unable to navigate their way to where they need to be for going on 48 hours now, but people are still getting in their cars to drive around, and people are still getting stuck in some places. Do you see the problem?
Think before you talk, Governor. If the mayor of Philadelphia was able to keep even 5,000 measly people off the road on Sunday night, he did the right thing.
To the Eagles and their fans, I’m sorry that Tuesday’s game was a disappointment and you lost, but seriously? I don’t think you wanted to play/attend that game in that snow either. Right?
Anyway, to sum things up, I’m pretty much glad I don’t live in Pennsylvania because I’d be super embarrassed to have my state name associated with yours these last few days. (Also because you have no beach there.) Maybe you should drive your car out onto the PA Turnpike, pull over onto the shoulder, and sit in it for two days. Then you might understand the importance of not driving in snow. (And also how crappy that dumb road is.)
Good luck recovering from this fumble.
A snowed in former resident of your neighboring state of New Jersey whose dad and brother spent 7.5 hours stuck on the side of the road in a car trying to get home from the NJ Devils game, which also should have been cancelled