Pictures and Stuff

I've been busily hanging picture in my new place.

I hung up Ship at World's End just now. I took measurements. I drove in a nail and hook. I hung it up. It looks very nice. Matches my color scheme and everything. At some point today I'll find a place to hang up Home by Moonlight and my bedroom will be mostly complete.

I just realized I'm pretty sure I learned everything I know about hanging things from The Contractor, watching him hang up pictures in his shoebox. I am not quite so meticulous as he is, but I'm pretty sure that's where I picked it up, since I could barely hang up a poster with tape prior to dating him. And now I have actual framed stuff everywhere.

My place, it is classy.

I voyaged over to the old apartment today. Stashed the working vacuum into the trunk. Threw out the last of the crap. Attemped to stuff my old bathroom stand into the car; when this didn't work, I tried dismantling it to carry it with me...half an hour later, the thing wasn't budging, and I only spent about 15 bucks on it, so I left it near the dumpster in case anyone wanted it. I don't need extra hassle. Screw the damn thing.

Then I turned over the keys and garage door openers.

And now it's off my hands.

I thought I'd feel more for the place. Maybe I'm just so enamored of the new place, I don't care? Or maybe home is where your stuff is - not necessarily the walls, but more the things within it. Or maybe I was just done.

They've been tree-trimming and motor-blowing all freaking day here. Jolted me out of bed at 9, dammit, it's Saturday, this is when I sleep in.

...and my brother just showed up! Dude. :D