On The Move

Today I completed the move from NYC Apt. #1 to NYC Apt #2. I apologize for the long lapse in blogging, a portion of which is due to the move and other climatic experiences that should be forgotten. Regardless, I am living approximately 2 avenues and 2 blocks from my old address. My two room mates are a guy and a girl, both 29.

But, the real story is about the dresser...

You see, this is not your average dresser. Turns out this weighs a lot more than 100 lbs and is quite difficult to maneuver across the city of Manhattan. My move began yesterday, but after underestimating the space; I realized a dresser/ drawer set was in order. I began to search for a bargain. I contemplated plastic, but even those seemed expensive.

So, this morning I came across the beauty above (still missing 2 drawers, because I'm going back tomorrow for them). It is also missing the other sliding door, but I don't care. Like I said, this is not your average dresser.

The story goes that I found the dresser, put it on hold, but could not find affordable, or available movers. I brilliantly begin a phone tree to find someone to help me carry this across town. I employ my friend Stephen, after a bit of reluctance, in part because he is one of the few reliable (strong?) males I know. When Stephen arrives at the store I discover there is more to moving a dresser a few blocks, than just lifting it onto a dolly. Did you know to measure? Attempt to lift? Remove drawers? Or, consider the option of a freight elevator? Apparently, being so excited about somewhere to house my clothes...I had forgotten to think about all of the above! Minor Logistics?!

Stephen and I, with the help of the first (of many) surprisingly, nice New Yorkers lift the dresser onto the dolly (a square of wood with 4 wheels). We venture down the sidewalk encountering many stares, help at every corner (where it would get stuck or fall off the dolly), and a lot of laughs. I think Stephen may have received a splinter or two, as well. At some point, it became apparent that my lawyer friend was not having very much fun.

When we arrived at my apartment, we took a few moments of hesitation (also known as measuring the elevator, ceiling, and dresser length). Stephen, my new room mate, and friend got the dresser into the elevator, onto my floor, and into my room. It was quite a delivery, and one that did not come free. I will be buying him dinner and drinks, but even that doesn't seem like enough for his labor. I can safely say he will never help me move again.

I went back for the drawers later, but exhausted and ready to relax I gave up on the last two. Fiddle Dee Dee...I will go back for them tomorrow!