The big move. WHATT?!!?

Here it is. The night I've been waiting for for over 10 years. The night where I think "I am moving to Manhattan tomorrow."

Well... There's currently a load in the laundry. The third in a line of... who the hell knows how many loads of laundry. I have much too much clothing. Here's the catch, though.

My apartment has no closets.

Yeah. You read that right.

NONE. NOT ONE.

However... Sure... small living room, little dining room, 8-10 bedroom, tiny-ass kitchen which is connected to the awkward bathroom... But it has the most incredible master bedroom that I have ever seen.

10 foot ceilings, the room is literally 25 feet-15 feet with 2 GIGANTIC windows and I can literally fill it with a bed, two bedside tables, an armoire (which.. according to my sublessor, if I buy at IKEA along with all the other furnishings for the apartment will redult in dollars being deducted from my rent. Uh... YES, PLEASE.), 2 dressers, a bookshelf, a couch which will turn into a bed, and a coffee table. It's a small studio apartment attatched to a 1 bedroom shithole.

I also start a new job on the 6th. Well... not really a new job. The same job that I was doing up here... but in Times Square. In a three story store. Which takes in a much more singnificant amount of money than my store did. ...Which is why I have to go through training again. Which is fine.

However, I am looking for a job as a bartender. Which is will start pounding the pavement for on Monday morning.

WHICH MEANS I NEED A PRINTER AND TO WRITE UP A RESUME. SHIT.

Ugh. Until tomorrow...

I've decided I'm chronicling my move in a ([n] attempted) daily blog. I figure it'll help other people who are moving to the city. Or not. Or give you a laugh. Or not. So check back, yall.

*just keep packing*

~Liam