Chaos

Our apartment is in chaos. All our patings are leaning against one wall. Suitcases, shoes, files, bags, loose papers and boxes are everywhere. I'm almost looking forward to the movers coming tomorrow because then at least the apartment will be neat. In fact, it will be almost empty. But we're still going to live in it for 10 more days. We haven't quite figured that out. I think we're in denial - at least I am. It's funny, the thing Matt and I are most anxious about it that we'll have no TV. We live in one of the most exciting cities in the world, and we're not huge TV-watchers anyway, but after a long day at work we sit down in front of the tube. It will be interesting to see how we do without it. I feel like we'll be camping - in a West Village apartment.

This morning we looked at the lease for our new apt., which apparently probably has lead paint, asbestos and mold. "It's only 6 months," Matt said to me. Indeed.