No sleep till Brooklyn

So, I'm moved. -ish.

Ish because I have not begun unpacking boxes; but moved, because after all I do have a futon and an internet connection, and all of the boxes are inside the apartment.

It's been a really stressful experience, and I hope that the worst is over. I couldn't have known, a year ago, that I'd be moving to a little 3rd-floor-walkup apartment, but I still feel like I should've known better than to buy a really heavy hardwood dresser, and I can't think of what I'll do when I move again. I feel like I should've known better than to get a U-Haul, even though I now know that they're a real pain to drive. I feel like I should've gotten rid of a lot more of my books, even though... they're my books! I just, well, feel bad about making other people suffer the consequences of my poor-in-hindsight decision-making.

If nothing else, I'll have to embrace a little minimalism as long as I live here...