Moving Day
We still don't know when our furniture will arrive, but we believe it has left France, so we've decided to uproot from our temporary hotel-like digs in Battery Park and move into our new apartment in the heart of downtown. It is indeed new, in that we are the first tenants to occupy the apartment - yet it's an older building, recently converted from offices to residences. They told us it would be ready at the beginning of October - but we never believed that in the first place, since the construction was, and still is, in progress. A few weeks ago they told us we could move in, and then it was us who had to drag our feet because the notice we received wasn't enough for our movers in France to get our container on the next ship. But in an effort to make things come together by force of will, we are moving in regardless.
What on earth is filling our Zipcar minivan to the roof?
We arrived in July with two suitcases each, plus hand luggage and a cat. The day after our official moving day, we rolled all the leftovers (still upstairs when the picture was taken) into a taxi - and, with the cat in her bag, it was about as much as we could carry. So what was all that stuff in the minivan?
Our new building is behind the security barriers that surround the stock exchange. Imposing as they are, we were allowed to drive in without any special arrangements or documentation. We had only to wait for the bomb-sniffer dog to give us the once over - which most people would find an inconvenience, but my animal-happy wife considered a delightful bonus.
The dog's name is Sam. Working dogs are too busy to hold still for pictures.
At last here we are in our new home - and knocking around it like ping-pong balls on a squash court, making dishes out of leftover delivery cartons and tables out of cardboard boxes. Our best intelligence leads us to hope the movers will show up Monday or Tuesday next week, but since we haven't heard from them recently, that hope grows increasingly faint. Happily, the internet connection was installed today, and since the building has been wired with fibre optic cables, we have a connection that is much faster than old-fashioned DSL. We may not have dishes or furniture but at least we have email.
posted 4.12.07
0 Comments:
Post a Comment
<< Home