Moving to another apartment...

Kyriakos

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I have moved apartments many times already. Now it will happen again (after 2,5 years in the last one).

I think it will be a good change, the new place is far larger and other conditions are better.

Of course there are some negatives too. Apparently 2 people (or 1 and a visiting ancient) there are senile-ish. Fortunately not on my floor. I suppose i will have to re-introduce myself to them each time. Or just claim i am someone else each time :p

-Have you moved places often?
 
Holy crap, don't get me started.

Or do. Please. I have so much ranting on the subject of moving, that I could probably fulfill the April NaNoWriMo word count easily.

I'm in the process of moving right now. Not because I want to - I like my current apartment... at least I did until mold was discovered in the walls.

There are more vacancies in this building than I realized, which is a good thing because I was offered another suite one floor down. I've been moving stuff - as much as possible, before coming to the large items that will require professionals (yes, there are times when you need real movers even in the same building).

I've moved more times than I care to remember during the last 8 years. This will be the fifth time. Previously, I'd lived in the same house for 34 years.

I hate packing. I hate having to make arrangements to transfer services and accounts. I hate having to deal with address changes. I hate dealing with people who don't respect that I have reasons why I do things the way I do them or have items in particular places. Who gives a damn what they think of how my furniture is arranged? I'm the one who lives here... me and my now-only cat, since in the midst of this, my older cat got sick and I had to have her euthanized five days ago.

Good luck to you, Kyriakos. And don't worry about the older people. They will probably keep mostly to themselves. And if they keep forgetting you, that's how it is with people with dementia. It's been awhile since I've seen my dad, and I have no idea if he remembers who I am.
 
Fortunately i don't have furniture to move (furnished apartment). Not sure about those ancient people living there. They seem to be pretty far gone... :eek:

The visiting (i think) one kept asking me why i was there, i told him two times that i rent an apartment just now, and then he got it and said "oh, so you will surely know my son (who lives there?)", so i noted that i only just came here. This seemed to sound suspicious to the old man. Then he said that he used to be an army career officer, so he has a habit of asking such things. I think the building is placed in a novel by Franz Kafka ;)

Next to me, on the second floor, is a young mother with her elementary (i suppose) schooler.
 
Got a new job, need to find an apartment within the next 2 months in a city like 1.5h away.
NOT looking forward to this, finding one and then moving all the things are horrible.

Didn't move too much within the last...well..ever. Only moved when I had to, due to studying/job.
 
I've moved dozens of times. In June I will move again as our apartment's rent is rising from $1,350 to $3,000 if we renew the lease. Gentrification up close.
 
I suppose i will have to re-introduce myself to them each time.
Why? Just ignore them if you don't feel like re-introducing yourself. They'll have forgotten that offense the next time you go past them. :)

@topic: I don't move often. In fact, I have been in a situation where I should really move for a few years now - my renter(?) has been very negligent for a while and the house is starting to fall apart, and the neighborhood is becoming worse and worse - but I've always found ways to tell myself that it isn't really that bad. Just so I don't have to go and look at a ton of apartments and then move all my stuff to the new home. Particularly now that the housing market for low-income housing, which was already in a bad condition, is completely jammed with refugees who are now also looking for a new home.
 
There was a time when I'd move three to four times a year due to completing construction projects and going to the next one. The keys I found were to never buy anything that you can't carry yourself down a flight of stairs and if necessary don't be afraid to throw most of your stuff away. Sometimes there would be one trip with a pick up truck and anything that did not fit got trashed.

I once moved from Albuquerque to Longview Washington with a U haul towing my CJ5. Got the mission on Tuesday and got to Washington on Friday night, grabbed a newspaper and rolled up on the first apartment available with all my stuff on Saturday morning and moved in that afternoon. Eight months later moved down to Vancouver WA and had to break the lease three days later when I got re-called to New Mexico.

After working years in Afghanistan without any fixed home address I could grab everything truly essential and fit it in my go bag and be gone in minutes. Last project there we had to evac via helicopter without informing our own Afghan guards that we were leaving. That resulted in one bag that you could run with and a lot of guns being pointed at you :)

Don't let your stuff own you.
 
Why are we still living in boxes? Where are the curvaceous biosynthetic eco blobs we were promised?
Dont like boxes either. I want to move to a boat at some point, until curvaceous biosynthetic eco blobs are available.
 
Growing up an army brat, we moved all the time. I lived in lots of interesting places but for the most part I was too young to appreciate that and was only concerned I was leaving all my friends behind every couple of years.

I finally got kicked out and moved in with my grandmother. That was crazy. When I arrived, the bedroom that was to be mine was stuffed to shoulder-height with garbage. We filled up the complex's dumpster 3 times over the course of a couple of days before I could move in. Even then, she was reluctant to throw out a lot of the garbage so I had to live with it. It was a tiny, poorly-lit bedroom and I was pretty miserable with it. I wasn't miserable living with my grandmother, just the bedroom.

When I moved to college, my parents were also moving again cross country and gave me a lot of their old furniture that the Army wouldn't move so that was nice. I finally got a queen size bed after living on a twin my entire life. I'm 6' 3" so I couldn't even fit on a twin but I had been forced to make it work. I left that apartment when the toilet began sinking into the rotten floor.

I've moved twice since then and I kind of have the routine down pat. We go through and get rid of stuff we haven't used in a year or more, usually giving it away to neighbors. We begin packing months in advance a box or two at a time such that when moving day comes we're almost completely boxed up already. It's really not fun but it's necessary in this country given how spread out all the jobs are.
 
my renter(?)

Landlord ;).

There was a time when I'd move three to four times a year due to completing construction projects and going to the next one. The keys I found were to never buy anything that you can't carry yourself down a flight of stairs and if necessary don't be afraid to throw most of your stuff away.

But what about...furniture? You can't carry a couch yourself.
(and: Horrible your situation, uh)
But yeah, I'll probably throw quite a bit, and will probably not get much furniture afterwards. Too much of a hassle.
 
There was a time when I'd move three to four times a year due to completing construction projects and going to the next one. The keys I found were to never buy anything that you can't carry yourself down a flight of stairs and if necessary don't be afraid to throw most of your stuff away. Sometimes there would be one trip with a pick up truck and anything that did not fit got trashed.

I once moved from Albuquerque to Longview Washington with a U haul towing my CJ5. Got the mission on Tuesday and got to Washington on Friday night, grabbed a newspaper and rolled up on the first apartment available with all my stuff on Saturday morning and moved in that afternoon. Eight months later moved down to Vancouver WA and had to break the lease three days later when I got re-called to New Mexico.

After working years in Afghanistan without any fixed home address I could grab everything truly essential and fit it in my go bag and be gone in minutes. Last project there we had to evac via helicopter without informing our own Afghan guards that we were leaving. That resulted in one bag that you could run with and a lot of guns being pointed at you :)

Don't let your stuff own you.

The construction projects I was on generally lasted one to two years.

The shortest stay was three weeks.

Got there at the start of the week and they told me I would be there for about five months.
The company had booked me into a hotel which they would pay for a few weeks.
So first weekend I found a place to live.
Second weekend got the train two hundred miles home, picked up my bedding pots pans etc and moved in.
On the Thursday they told me that I was going to a new site on Monday.
So back home to drop off my stuff that weekend.
 
I finally have a moving day: Monday, April 3 (first opening the movers had). We've managed to move most of the stuff already, just have the big things for the movers (bed, organ, dresser, china cabinet, chair, rug hooking frame).

My phone, TV, and internet are being hooked up in the morning, so I will be in the crazy situation between now and Monday of having my computer downstairs in the new apartment and still have to sleep up here. Tomorrow morning I'll be camping out in the building lobby to wait for the technician since without a phone, I have no way to let him in the building unless I do it in person (the buzzers go through the phone, not a traditional intercom).

So any threads I'm participating in will have to wait a bit for posts; this is my last one at this address before unplugging everything. I'll miss the view of the trees and sky here; one floor down means a view of a cement wall and a smaller patch of sky. But it should hopefully be a little quieter. It's at the end of the building at the far end of the parking lot, so I don't even have to share the balcony with a neighbor.
 
Landlord ;).



But what about...furniture? You can't carry a couch yourself.
(and: Horrible your situation, uh)
But yeah, I'll probably throw quite a bit, and will probably not get much furniture afterwards. Too much of a hassle.

You can carry a love seat. Bed frames break down and a double bed sized mattress and box spring can be carried/dragged as needed. For dressers I liked to use Banker's Boxes as they stacked, and had a sliding drawer. Needless to say I was single at the time.
 
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