Tomorrow we’re moving to the new apartment. I worked from home today so I could pick up the keys during lunch. (Matt has been crazy busy at work so I volunteered to get the keys. I work in New Jersey and the apartment’s in New York, so it was easier to just stay in the city today.)

Packing is annoying. Matt’s way more stressed about the move than I am, although I’m not what I would call calm. Fortunately, since we knew our current apartment was going to be temporary, we left much of our stuff in boxes. I never unpacked my books or DVDs, so that was one less thing to worry about.

We’ve been really spoiled these last six months. The temporary apartment that Barnard (Matt’s employer) gave us has two bedrooms and two bathrooms and a huge living room. So we’re going to have to downsize again. I know, boo hoo. We told ourselves we wouldn’t let ourselves get spoiled… but we let ourselves get spoiled. Still, it’ll be fine.

Tonight we finish packing, and tomorrow morning the movers come. I was trying to figure out the best way to not be stressed about the move, and I decided that the best way to do that is to not expect perfection. If there are glitches, if we have to pay a little more than we expect, if something breaks, then whatever. It’s not like it’s death.

Wish us luck.