I finally moved out of the gayborhood.
This move was yet another tedious experience in which I was confronted by dog hair balls, poor purchasing choices, and clothes that no longer fit.
One unexpected aspect of this move was the rain — I was leaving Ilume Park with a carload of stuff when the sky just collapsed all around me.
Here’s what it looked like in a video posted by a local weatherman:
A video of a “rain foot” over downtown Dallas.
The technical term is a “rain foot” or downburst, but it really felt like the hurricanes that I left in Miami.
I then made the great life choice of getting on the Tollway during the downpour. Several of the low points in the highway were flooded and traffic was reduced to a single lane. One guy driving a beamer attempted to blast through the flood waters and got stuck. I made it to the new apartment however. Continue reading “Moving out of the gayborhood” »
I ran into one of my neighbors in the hallway today:
Jill: “I am almost done moving to my new apartment!”
Me: “Nice. I hate moving. Are you doing Rug Doctor for the carpets?”
Jill: “Rug Doctor?”
Me: “The carpet steamer.”
Jill: “God no!”
Me: “…but aren’t you cleaning your carpets?”
Me: “…but what if the building charges you?”
Jill: “Then fuck’em. I don’t care. I’ll fight that battle if I get to it.”
I wish I had this attitude to moving – the recent move would have been vastly less stressful. Continue reading “Lingering Concerns” »
The barista at the nearby Starbucks is super chatty.
She’s this nice slightly older woman, and she is usually in the middle of an oddball conversation when I walk into the store.
We had a bit of an awkward conversation the other day –
Barista: “So is that your partner outside?”
Barista: “Do you live together?”
Me: “Not yet, but he’s moving in next week.”
Barista: “You guys sure move fast. Is it because you can get gay married now?”
Me: “I think it has more to do with leases being up.” Continue reading “Moving Day 1” »
I wake up at 3 a.m. and start loading my car.
My furniture is already gone, and now I just have to cram as much crap stuff as possible into my car.
I quickly realize that I can’t bring everything:
- My nice dresser needs to go in the alley.
- My beautiful plants and expensive pots won’t fit.
- All of my glassware and dishes are destined for the dumpster.
Although I already donated several carloads, I still filled an entire dumpster during this move.
I felt burdened by my possessions – the total sum of a hundred innocent trips to the store. I could have saved so much time and money if I had committed to living with less earlier. That lesson made this ordeal worth it.
By 8:30 a.m., Gunter was the only thing left in my apartment.
Gunter in my empty apartment at Lowertown Lofts in downtown St. Paul, Minnesota
I took one last look at Mears Park and then drove away from St. Paul forever. Continue reading “The Road to Dallas” »
Predictions of a Frenemie
It’s winter and I am at Lush Food Bar for brunch.
One of the guys at our table says that he wants to move to Chicago, and I mention that I will likely move too.
That’s when one of the salty guys at our booth puts down his mimosa and says:
“Shut up about moving, Dennis. We all know you hate Minnesota, but you’re not moving anywhere. If you were going to move you would have done so already.”
Well, I guess he was wrong – The move to Dallas is happening tomorrow!
Continue reading “Goodbye Minnesota” »