So, this week has been eventful to say the least. For starters, it is 2:45 am. Yeah, typical for college and life in NYC, but not the older and (well, hopefully) wiser Christine. Hmmm, I guess you might say this week has been a new adventure of old Christine.
As you might recall, I am in the midst of packing and preparing for a move. For the first time I'm moving out of an apartment complex and into a town house. Not buying mind you, but taking on a 2-level row house, where the landlord lives 30 miles away. Normally he wont be around much, but he's been spending quite a few days at our place overseeing the painting and repairs needed. Let's see... where to begin. The afternoon we met our landlord we discovered the washer hookup didn't quite work and the stove gas burners would not light. In comparison to today's shocker those hassles were just that -a big frustration not having everything ready and just so. You know me, I'm a perfectionist and I want things done ASAP. I can't rest until I know things are in place. Hence, it is going on 3 am and I'm not fast asleep although I'm teetering on delirium. Back to my story.
Jordana and I came home from work to change quickly and pack some cleaning supplies. We then rushed out to Wendy's, blasting the radio, and proceeded on to Jordana's work building to pick up scissors (in my haste I forget them on the kitchen table) and more boxes. Well, we drove done 21st street, relived our grad school days passing through GWU campus, then near State (haven't been there in a while!), and on eventually to our new place. Just as we pulled in our dear Mr. Ware was pulling out, but he stopped because he wanted to show us what he'd accomplished that day. Thank you Lord for this crossing of our paths! After about 20 minutes and multiple tries between the three of us, no one (NO ONE) could open the door. The top lock was off. When it became evident that we did not possess the magic powers to make this door swing open, we obtained a DC phonebook from our friendly Romanian neighbors and found an emergency locksmith. Let me tell you... I was no happy camper, but Jordana in her wisdom knew she had to remain calm and in good spirits to balance me. Talk about a good roommate. She got us our locksmith to the rescue, George, who we think was Greek. George pulled up in a chevy malibu with what looked like GPS and was wearing a huge smile across his face, trying to convey the message: ladies, relax, George has arrived. I noticed this as he parked his car, and suddenly, I felt like this nightmare was coming to an end.
I'd like to tell you there is a happy ending. But, as of 11:15pm when Jordana and I decided to leave, George was still trying to put in a new lock. After a good amount of effort he managed to open the door and bust the old lock (which was really a new lock a different locksmith put in a week ago), but he had not yet managed by 11pm to get a new lock working. He still seemed calm, cool, very cool, and collected as we were leaving and so I just had to throw my hands up and take a deep breath. And, I also allowed Jordana to drive home although I somehow felt like driving would be the perfect stress reliever. It was still a good ride home in the passenger seat. I mean, how many people joy ride around the country's national monuments on a Friday night.
So, it's now after 3 and our living room is completely filled with boxes. I'm actually sitting next to a couple myself. But my bed is free so I think that is where I'm heading. Please pray for a safe and sound beginning at our new place!
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