Thursday, 18 December 2014 04:11 pm
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deckardcanineSo, yeah, that move I talked about? It happened. My fears were unfounded: My new apartment has more than enough space, I had room in the two vehicles to move all my property in one timely trip (thank you, family), and I notified all major concerned parties in time.
The first five days have made for some pleasant living. I set my alarm an hour later now and easily arrive at work on time. The trip is short enough that I don't worry much about which coat to wear. I literally walk right past the Giant on the way home, and it's more gigantic than my previous one. The heating system keeps the apartment as I like it. And while I don't expect to meet any more neighborhood cats, I have found myself in elevators with nice dogs.
Any unpleasant surprises? Well, the main room may be both too bright and not bright enough. The giant window's blinds don't do a great job of keeping out the light pollution at night. (I had thought that one slat was missing, but it turns out they could be pulled shut further.) At the same time, part of the room is far from the nearest overhead light, and my desk lamp does only so much. The provided lights seem inconsistent in intensity as well, probably due to the bulb type. Other problems include little storage space in the bathroom (by no means an issue anywhere else in the apartment) and a questionable plethora of keys -- in short, nothing worth a complaint to the staff. I make do.
So far I've found two clear signs that I'm no longer in the District of Columbia: (1) I live on a higher floor than any allowed in DC, and (2) I can walk from home to a gun shop. Not to say I will.
The first five days have made for some pleasant living. I set my alarm an hour later now and easily arrive at work on time. The trip is short enough that I don't worry much about which coat to wear. I literally walk right past the Giant on the way home, and it's more gigantic than my previous one. The heating system keeps the apartment as I like it. And while I don't expect to meet any more neighborhood cats, I have found myself in elevators with nice dogs.
Any unpleasant surprises? Well, the main room may be both too bright and not bright enough. The giant window's blinds don't do a great job of keeping out the light pollution at night. (I had thought that one slat was missing, but it turns out they could be pulled shut further.) At the same time, part of the room is far from the nearest overhead light, and my desk lamp does only so much. The provided lights seem inconsistent in intensity as well, probably due to the bulb type. Other problems include little storage space in the bathroom (by no means an issue anywhere else in the apartment) and a questionable plethora of keys -- in short, nothing worth a complaint to the staff. I make do.
So far I've found two clear signs that I'm no longer in the District of Columbia: (1) I live on a higher floor than any allowed in DC, and (2) I can walk from home to a gun shop. Not to say I will.
