Moving always sucks -- that's just a fact of life -- but with fabulous people like Maya leadsynth, Mike mrr, Amanda hiamanda, Brian necromagus, and Josh inediblebuddha to help J-J meterbridge and me to pack and transport all our crap and clean the apartment from top to bottom, it was remarkably tolerable -- even actually kind of fun.
After a solid ten hours of work over the course of Friday night and Saturday morning, J-J is at his new apartment in Evanston. I haven't seen his new digs yet -- all the moving I did of his stuff was from our door to the car or truck -- but I'm told it's "palatial" and has a big kitchen, which is perfect for him. As for me, well, except for the suitcase I'm living out of, all my belongings are now in a Door To Door storage crate at their warehouse outside of O'Hare. I was surprised to find that there was a lot of space in there even after I got everything in -- making me more confident of my lifetime goal to always be able to fit everything I own into a 5' x 7' x 8' crate.
I wouldn't want it to always be like this, but for the moment, I'm enjoying the freedom. Nothing's tying me down anywhere; I don't even have to go to Portland if I don't want to. Well...I guess there's that plane ticket I bought. And, you know, the month's rent I paid. And the security deposit. And the fact that that's where I told Door To Door to ship my stuff in two weeks. But I guess what I'm saying is that, after the 15th, nobody's really counting on me to be any place in particular. I only have myself to be accountable to in that regard.
In the meantime, I'm crashing at Maya and Mike's place. We spent most of the day sleeping, recovering from the move, and taking pictures of each other with Mike's badass camera. Now I'm at Filter and they're at the Jurassic 5 concert at House of Blues, celebrating their one-year anniversary. New comic tomorrow!