Adam and I officially surpassed the 1-week mark as New York City residents, and while I’m not quite ready to call myself a New Yorker yet, the reality that this is now home is starting to sink in. What’s really fucking up our adjustment process? Not having any of our stuff since it still hasn’t arrived from Los Angeles. Officially, we have a couch, lamp, air mattress, single pot/lid, 4 drinking glasses, 4 spoons, 2 non-stick spatulas, and two bowls. A gaggle of small treasures, I know, but not enough to establish a routine on. #Realtalk I had a single-serving Rice-O-Roni as an afternoon pick-me-up because I haven’t stocked and prepped my usual snack arsenal (#WeddingDiet2015).
Turns out Hercules effed up the delivery schedule for our mover, and our ish is even more behind now as a result. Two things come to mind as a result of this debacle:
- You [movers] have had our things in your possession since December 20. Hercules hit last Friday. Do the math.
- If you move people across the country for a living, why are you surprised there’s a weather delay in the middle of the winter? That’s poor planning and poor estimating. Aint nobody got time for that.
In the meantime, this is how an engaged, professional couple of twenty –something’s live in the Big City…jealous yet?