Hello, hello! Moved, moving, on the move! This is the best stringing together of sentences I can do since passing the mic and catching a cold whilst karaokeing in Koreatown the other night.

So much fun, OUCH. My last couple days in NYC have been accompanied by suppressing the living daylights out of my symptoms so that I don’t get tarred with DayQuil and feathered by Emergen-C by all I encounter.

Anyways. Looking back over the past couple weeks. I MOVED, thank the heavens, I’m installed in my adorable apartment! The move was horrendous. NOTE TO THE FUTURE BECKY: find out how many humans your movers plan to employ. Two ain’t enough and it was a long and expensive lesson. Is there a world in which I can pay humans a decent amount of money and then just sit there and look pretty while they do the work in a reasonable timeframe? I slogged and dragged and heaved as much as they did and the whole event, from start to end, took six hours. I may have stuff, but I don’t have a six hour’s worth move worth of stuff.

But move I did. Then I busted my old-lady hump to get the place decent before I left for my trip, so that I didn’t not have to mark a fresh and shiny new year by walking into a sad canyon of boxes. I even hosted an overnight guest and had a tiny get-together just before I left for the holidays and, if my visitors could kind of squint, they could see a fairly put-together pad.

I arrived in Massachusetts on the 23rd and there was no mishap getting there. I realize I have not related the horror story here that was my flight to Boston last year, on Christmas day. Those who know me in person know the story by heart (and stomach). It involved lots of vomit from me. In, on, around the airplane and airport.

Vomit did not happen this time, so I’m so ahead of the game!

On that note, I’ll relate more about this wonderful holiday vacation in an upcoming post.

Snowflakes, literally, on my nose and eyelashes!