Obligatory post-trip moved in post
Aug. 26th, 2003 05:18 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
mayhapDid manage to get here somehow. Arrived on a plane with a contingent of Really Hot Orthodox Jews In Ill-Fitting Hats. I have never had it satisfactorily explained to me why, or how, they wear these hats, like fedoras glued to the backs of their heads. Is there some sectarian prohibition against suffering a hat to actually go on one's head?
Hauled a lot of things: suitcases to and from the taxi (five suitcases between the two of us, you can imagine how well that worked), boxes from our storage room, additional furniture from the store, to condense. There was much, much hauling.
My dorm room and the common room of our suite are both enormous and entirely suited for the Swinging of Cats or the Holding of Parties, however the fancy takes one. This is a vast improvement over my previous dorm room, which was suitable for Nothing, or maybe Shuffling Around the Other Person Awkwardly and/or Bumping into Them, or my dorm room from the year previous, which we shall not even speak of as it would make me weep.
My mom is absolutely amazing, even if, on a day to day basis, one might, in all honesty, describe her as "insane" as well. She, like, never stops carrying things and rearranging things and buying things, so now I have a bookshelf and a floor lamp and a tea table (I can make tea without getting up from my desk!) and a lavender plant and a pillow-chair thingy and a wastebasket that I did not have before. Rock.
Perhaps, if I grow up to be her, it will be worth being insane to be indefatigable. My maternal grandmother is much the same.
The 6 train is rumbling beneath us, as it does when ever it makes its way by. Charming.
That's about it, really.
Hauled a lot of things: suitcases to and from the taxi (five suitcases between the two of us, you can imagine how well that worked), boxes from our storage room, additional furniture from the store, to condense. There was much, much hauling.
My dorm room and the common room of our suite are both enormous and entirely suited for the Swinging of Cats or the Holding of Parties, however the fancy takes one. This is a vast improvement over my previous dorm room, which was suitable for Nothing, or maybe Shuffling Around the Other Person Awkwardly and/or Bumping into Them, or my dorm room from the year previous, which we shall not even speak of as it would make me weep.
My mom is absolutely amazing, even if, on a day to day basis, one might, in all honesty, describe her as "insane" as well. She, like, never stops carrying things and rearranging things and buying things, so now I have a bookshelf and a floor lamp and a tea table (I can make tea without getting up from my desk!) and a lavender plant and a pillow-chair thingy and a wastebasket that I did not have before. Rock.
Perhaps, if I grow up to be her, it will be worth being insane to be indefatigable. My maternal grandmother is much the same.
The 6 train is rumbling beneath us, as it does when ever it makes its way by. Charming.
That's about it, really.