Moving sucks

We moved on the weekend. The new apartment is the absolute bomb- a dream come true. However, the move itself was ugly. As always. I don't understand how it is possible that I have moved that many times in my life, yet keep on forgetting just how incredibly nasty moving is. I was definitely reminded of it again this weekend. Moving sucks. My back hurts, the lounge room floor is still covered in boxes and bags, I can't find any of my stuff, I can't decide which way I want my bed to face, we haven't done the condition report yet although we should have done it on the weekend, I need to buy a desk and a bathroom mat and a coffee table, we have to get the phone connected and the fridge delivered and one of those strange shutter things in my room is broken (yeah, I don't know what a strange shutter thing is either, don't ask me. I've never seen one before either).

But other than that, things are great. I'm serious. The apartment is absolutely to die for. I wanted it so badly that I was prepared to kill, sleep with anyone I had to and bribe people. I know that's a bit extreme, but it worked out really well. We are now living on the 8th top floor of an older style mini highrise building in an inner city suburb right on the river. There's only two apartments per floor, which means we get half of the floor and have views on three sides of the building- full river views on one side and full city views on the other. We get the most amazing breeze through the place. There's lots of trees around. Every single room in our apartment has incredible views, even the laundry. Have you ever had a laundry with river views? Yeah, I didn't think so. We are so close to the river that we could jump in from our window (which of course I won't do, I promise. At least not when I'm sober. I'm just kidding). It's rather bloody amazing. When I stood on our balcony last night with a glass of champagne (ok, it wasn't champagne, it was cheap sparkling wine) and a cigarette, looking over river, I couldn't help but wondering what the poor people were doing.

Having said that, they might be sitting in an apartment somewhere with lots of boxes around them everywhere and with no money in their bank account because they had to pay bond and moving vans and two weeks rent in advance.