Peppy's Dream Moving Adventure Blog

I’ve watched Eric spackle a hundred times – really, no exaggeration – but I never tried it myself – until today, that is!

I went to bed late last night – almost 3:00am, and woke up due to noise downstairs at just 7:30am.  I worked on the computer and did stuff around the apartment until 9:00am.  I spoke to Eric, then started packing.

I finished up the 5th of the wardrobe boxes which I had gotten from my friend, Karen, in HR.  There were 3 tall ones and 2 short ones.  The two short and one tall are filled with clothes to go into storage.  The other two tall will go to the apartment and have my spring/summer clothes, purses and shoes.

Once that was done, I got dressed and ran some errands.  I had to send a fax at the UPS store.  I needed to send proof of my $75 ENTERPRISE bill to AAA, so they can reimburse me.  Then I had to go to Starbucks and the post office.  Okay, I didn’t HAVE to go to Starbucks – I just wanted to!

When I got back, I borrowed a Philips head screw driver from the building manager and started taking the shelves down in the master bedroom.  There are 7.  Each one is held up by two brackets and each bracket has two screws into the wall and one into the shelf.  I took down three shelves.  It’s not that hard, because the screws aren’t too tight, but they left BIG holes in the wall.  Fortunately, Eric left me some spackle and a spackle knife and I started filling in the holes.  I had watched Eric do it so many times I knew exactly what to do.  It was pretty easy, too!

Then, I started taking all the pictures off the walls.  There are still four shelves hanging and they all have tins on them (I removed the empty shelves – which had my purses on them).  I will try to take down all the tins, pack them, and then take down the rest of the shelves tomorrow.

Lastly, I took down the three pin boards I had and removed all the pins, packing them away.  I still don’t know the best way to get them to NY.  Is it safest to ship them via UPS, Fed Ex or post office?  If I do, then I need to insure the items, and I don’t have receipts for all the jewelry, so what good is it if they lose it?  Don’t you need proof of purchase?

Should I carry them onto the plane with me in my little pink suitcase?  I worry about them being metal and maybe having to take them out at the security gate.  What will they think?  Will they think I’m a jewelry smuggler and interrogate me?  I’ve never been strip-searched and I don’t want to start now!

Or, should I just put them in a box and ship them with the rest of my stuff?  It’s really the easiest way to go, and I’d just have to keep my fingers crossed that they don’t lose any of my boxes and, if they do, that it’s not THAT box.  It’s SO hard to know the right course of action.  Any suggestions?

Anyway, now the walls of my bedroom are pretty empty.  I’ve taken down my three pin boards, all the artwork, and three of the seven shelves.  It’s weird to lie in bed and look around at the emptiness, when I’m used to having so much to look at.  I know it’s just for three more weeks, and I guess the entire apartment is going to look emptier and emptier as the days go by.

Tonight I watched LIE TO ME, then the AMERICAN IDOL results show (I was happy with who went home), then CSI: NY, because Pete Wentz and Ashley Simpson-Wentz were guest stars, but they had really tiny parts.  Then, I watched AMERICA’S NEXT TOP MODEL (the new cycle that’s on now).   Good TV on Wednesday nights!

Tomorrow I will just continue to pack.  I was thinking today as I was driving back from the post office that, even though I'm here for three more weeks, in my head and in my heart I'm already gone.  I thought it sounded familiar as I was saying it to myself.  Maybe it's a line from a book, a movie, a TV show or a play.  I don't know, but it sounded familiar!

I just feel like I’ve already separated myself from the people here, and my day-to-day existence now is just working towards getting back to NY.  Maybe I’m doing it to protect myself, because I know I’m going, so I’m kind of shutting myself off.  I don’t know.  I just know I feel kind of numb to everything here and I can’t wait to get home and start living again!