Moving Day #2

Yesterday was moving day number two in about three months. I packed up most of my things to go down to the basement, and prepared the rest to move the five minutes into the city where my new home will be for the next few months. It all happened when Hannah, a girl I met at a church I've been attending, asked me to come join her and her roomie, Melody, when their third roomie got married. After some thought, I decided to take the offer and move in with them temporarily. The duplex is located in a more classy area of town so I don't plan to be here too long as I still hope to live in the ghetto area of the city soon. For now, it is cheaper for me to live here than to be on my own, and it gives the other two girls some time to find someone more permanent. George and Ashley will be able to be a family again, and I will have the chance to make new friends. It will also be good for Ashley and I to wrestle through our friendship without the stress of living together. There were some times when we were best friends in the past three months, but there were some times we were worst enemies too. (Right, Ash?!)

In the morning, George helped me move the big stuff downstairs - whether to the basement or to the living room for easy access to my car. I loaded up for trip number one, and turned the key. Nothing. My car was dead. (It had died the day before as well, but I was hoping that after it got re-charged it would be back to working order!) I laughed. Resting my head against the steering wheel, I whispered, "Thanks, God. Increase my faith." My dear friend, Sara, was on her way from Baltimore to help me move. I waited for her, and then we went to Wal-mart for jumper cables. Flurries came down as we ran the errand. I love snow. I love the freezing cold. Perfect day. We jumped my car, and after dropping off the car load at the new place, we went to get a new battery for my car. Eventually, we made it back to the house to pick up the last of my things, drove the five minutes into the city to my new home, and began the unpacking and organizing process.

My room is the smallest in the house. I think the bathroom is even bigger than my bedroom! It doesn't have a closet so there's not a lot of storage space. Putting my organizational skills to use, I eventually found a little bit of clear floor space. Sara hung up my Christmas lights, and the room is cute and homey, even if it is a little crowded.

I ran out in the evening to get a little shelf thing to help with organizing things up off the floor. As I put it together, I realized I was in need of screwdriver. Back to Wal-mart I went - it was my fourth Wal-mart visit of the day! Purchasing a screwdriver and jumper cables in one day made me feel all grown up! I put the shelf together sometime near midnight, and although I didn't do it quite right, it stands up just fine and seems plenty sturdy.

My new roomies have been great, and I'm excited to call this home for the next month or two. Until Moving Day #3 arrives. Here are pictures from all four corners of the room, and one picture of one of the frames I have on the wall. Photography by Caught By A Flash.