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Moved

You know how much fun moving during a snowstorm on Thanksgiving can be? Just about as much fun as you might think.

And instead of pouting about missing out on the "I am thankful for..." list-love that every blogger did a few days ago, I'll just do it a few days late. I am thankful for:

• the box-bed pickup B was able to borrow from work, successfully keeping all of our furniture and boxes out of the snow;
• the snowstorm (yes, really), and the accompanying cloud cover that held the city's warmth close to the earth so that we were moving boxes and furniture at 0°F instead of -27°F like it currently is;
• a husband who carried all of the boxes and furniture to the truck and then up two flights of stairs to the new place all by himself, and then hoisted a chest of drawers, armoire, and every piece from our waterbed either up the spiral staircase or over the side of the loft with a heavy rope, again all by himself;
• the arrangement whereby I packed the boxes and he transported the boxes, leaving the food from the refrigerator and our paintings as the only items I was to transport;
• the frozen store-bought lasagna NOT frozen store-bought pizza that served as our holiday meal, and my mother who insisted I set the record straight so that I did not lie to you, dear Internet;
• having most of the boxes already unpacked
• being able to sleep on our waterbed after a night on the Inflatable Mattress That Refused To Stay Inflated.;
• getting our internet switched over to the new place in just over 24 hours;
• the six hooks on which my pots and pans now hang, making the kitchen look like a real kitchen meant to be taken seriously;
• the pink carpet and tan-pink walls don't look that pink when only half the bulbs in the ugly chandelier work, it looks more warm and inviting and needs a fire crackling in a fireplace (which we sadly do not have);
• and all that is left to be done at the old apartment is steam the carpet, figure out how to move my giant, bottom-less, flower boxes (am hoping the dirt is frozen enough that B and one of his beefy coworkers can screw some heavy duty handles to the sides and lift them into the truck), and hand over the keys.