The movers were great except for my own stupidity. Instead of paying the invoice and paying more later I told them I think I needed to pay more and paid more than the estimate and paid extra again. I don’t even know why I did it.
I also didn’t read the itemized lists thoroughly until today after the move. Instead of 100 boxes, it was about 50. We brought home a table. I saved $150 on taking down the bookshelf as my knight in shining armor did it all this am before they arrived. Even going there on the subway was quick. The storage space is huge, plenty of room for stuff from home.
Boring…
Got home from Queens around noon and fell asleep. Now I have to go back one trip. There’s a ton of stuff left to take home. It still hasn’t hit me how weird this is. Tomorrow I’m working I guess not “from home”; from now on it’s “at my home studio/office.” I’m so worried clients will hear noises. I don’t like them to know anything about me except what they see in my studio. I don’t even wear a wedding ring for other reasons but I don’t mind if they assume it means I’m not married. A few of them are parents and know I have a kid. A bunch of them know I have ADHD for really good reasons.
6 Impossible Things For Breakfast 