No Sleep Till....The Bronx?

As I sit here typing, it is a little past midnight. To my left, all of my possessions are boxed up and ready to go. This is my last Blog in Brooklyn. Tommorrow I am off to live in The Bronx. It is somewhat weird to me because in my 30 years I have never called anywhere home other than Brooklyn. It also feels familiar, because it is the same Borough my Mom grew up in, in a neighborhood ten minutes away from where my Grandmother and Aunt still live. I have spent so much time there between Holidays and other familial whatnots that it doesn't so much feel like a move to a different Borough, but a move to a different neighborhood.

Going back to calling a place like Brooklyn my home brings me back to an old Blog my friend Spider once wrote. In the Blog he questioned whether home is a place or a feeling. I think it can be a combination of both, but I digress. Rather than rehash his entire thought on the definition of home, I'll say this: home is where the heart is, and although I love Brooklyn dearly and my heart will always be there I found out I have a new home. It is with Anthony. Home, no matter what the Borough or neighborhood, is where he is.

As of November 1, I am not only moving The Bronx, I am going home. I'm both excited and nervous to start this life with him. I can't wait to see where it leads us.

P.S.
Before everyone goes into a state of "I can't believe she is leaving Brooklyn" shock, just remember: You can take the girl out of Brooklyn, but you can't take Brooklyn out of the girl.

So Annoying!

So two weeks ago my landlord says someone wants to come see the apartment on 10am that Saturday. Anthony and I get up on what feels like the butt-crack of dawn for the weekend (7am) and P.S. the woman never showed up. Fast forward to last night.

My apartment looks like who did it and ran: there are boxes everywhere because I'm in the midst of packing and organizing the move. She calls me to say a woman wants to see the apartment. My landlord ASKED me when it was ok for someone to come by. I returned her call and told her it wont be ok till Sunday, when I move. To make a long story short, she is annoying me. She is insisting that it is ok for a stranger to waltz into my apartment in the shape that it is in, at a time when things are hectic for me. I'm trying to split my time between finalizing my move (there is also the chore of calling the utility comapnies, DirectTV, etc.) and cleaning the new place before Saturday, all while keeping what is left of my sanity intact.

I'm all paid up with rent for the month of October. I still live there, I think I have rights to say who comes by and when. I think I need to start drinking more, or maybe I should start smoking something. Anything. I just need some sanity.

Ok, This Feels Weird

I just called Con Ed and Verizon to change my accounts over. Verizon has given me a Bronx phone number! AAAAHHHH! LOL This will take some getting used to!

What A Weekend!

Anthony and I spent 90% of the weekend packing. Most of Sunday was spent at my parent's house, where we celebrated my Dad's 70th Birthday (Happy Birthday Dad!). It is now Monday morning. I'm tired and my muscles ache. I still have some packing to do (a few knicknacks and my clothing). Wednesday night I will be cleaning the new apartment, which means I will be exhausted Thursday. I have a four day weekend coming up, and even though most of it will be spent moving, unpacking and getting settled, I'm quite excited.

My mind is shot right now, so I'll right more later!

Excuse Me While I Tend To How I Feel....

I know I have been MIA, not only on this Blog, but on some of the message boards I visit, and on instant messenger, e-mails, phone calls, basically all communication tools. If I have put you on the back burner, I apologize.

The thing is, I've had a lot going on between apartment hunting, job-hunting, the situation that inspired me to job-hunt, and my sis and her son being back home permanently.

The apartment hunt went well. Anthony and I found a beautiful place in Pelham Bay. It has two bedrooms, an eat-in-kitchen, a breakfast nook, full bathroom and living room. Everything in the kitchen and bathroom is brand new and immaculate. This weekend the landlord is installing new carpeting in the living room and second bedroom (which we are turning into a computer/reading room). We got to pick out the carpeting, so that was awesome. We move in the last weekend in October.

As for everything else, it has been stressful on me. Yesterday I almost had a breakdown but Anthony talked me off the proverbial ledge. I promise to be back to my normal, social self as soon as I find a new job with better pay. Until then, to quote the lyrics of James Hetfield, "excuse me while I tend to how I feel."

Things That Stick In My Craw: The At Work Edition

I sit at the front desk at work. When I am away from my desk because I am at lunch, working on a project, or out for the day, there are 3 different women who sit here to cover phones for me. I have a few pet peeves I would like to rant about here:

1. My desk is neat and organized. When I leave it, even for five minutes, I expect my desk to remain neat and organized. The women who cover for me leave it looking like a truck drove through it.

2. My Boss gave me a Mike Piazza mouse pad for Christmas. Lately when I come back to my desk I see ink doodles on it. This outrages me. The mouse pad is my personal property. Since none of us work at Shea Stadium or for the MLB, I’d like to think they know that as well. So why deface someone else’s mouse pad? I don’t go around drawing on their desks, although my Boss suggested I do so.

3. I have pictures on my desk of my Metallica Meet & Greet. So it is four pics with me a different guy in each. My boyfriend’s pic is my wallpaper. Please do not confuse the four of them. I realize these women do not know who the men of Metallica are, but “Your boyfriend’s pic fell down by accident” is still a ridiculous statement. Last time I checked, my boyfriend’s name is Anthony. Not James. Not Lars. Not Kirk. Not Rob. ANTHONY. And he works for a law firm, not a heavy metal band. Thank you. Please listen closely next time I mention his name.

4. Making me wait five minutes longer to return to my own desk because you are finishing up Yahoo! Games is unacceptable. When I am back from lunch, please take your belongings, log off and go slack off at your own desk.

I’m at my Witt’s end. I can’t comprehend why it is so difficult to respect others and their property. “Do unto others as you would have others do unto yourself.” I don’t think that is too much to ask.