Everything that's old is new again...or is that everything that's new is old again.

Moving day, I have one word....yikes
Although we weren't packing up an entire residence, it sure felt that way.  We were confined to essentially one room for one year, so everything short of perishables was in this room. Needless to say, there was still a significant amount to pack and not a whole bunch of time to do it.  Due to the fact that we have moved so much, I could practically do this with my eyes closed, I had the foresight to start moving stuff over at night the week of the big move, as to cut down on the actually moving process (HATE IT!!). 
I do soooo love when people volunteer to help you move, and then when the time comes, there is always an excuse. OMG- I totally forgot or I had to work or my dog at my homework (well, you get the point).  So we pick up the U-Haul and start the process..again, and with no help.  Except for a handy man that my m-i-l uses....this was going to be a long day.

One of the benefits of moving in to where you used to live, you know where things go...where things fit.
Our furniture is different (for the most part) this go around, so we weren't completely sure of how things were going to fit.

For the most part..piece of cake..The couch- in the door, the loveseat- in the door, the futon - in the door, and our new kingsize bed - in the door...shew.  Not so fast...

We have a townhouse, so it's an up/down kinda thing with an alcove/loft area at the top of the stairs...Thank goodness for alcoves.  The bed was very cooperative getting IN the door....not so cooperative getting UP the stairs.  The boxsprings went easily because they are 2 pieces but the mattress not so much.  The stairs bend and so does the mattress, actually it folded more than bended. Okay, so now what do we do about the mattress?  Can't push it, can't pull it....I know, how about hoisting it up through the alcove?

If only we had a video camera.  Tying up a mattress and trying to lift it while someone stands under it trying to push it up.  Fortunately, one of our friends showed up at that point to help, because apparently 8 hands was the magic number in this incalculable equation.  The handy man on the main floor boosting up this tremendous mattress while me, the dh and this friend are at the top....and chanting "Pull,pull,pull" as we go.
Yep- you can't make this stuff up.

The mattress finally makes its way over and to its final destination and we all practically passed out.
When it comes time for us to move from here, the leaving will be way easier for the mattress....Look out below......

Next step- unpack {sigh}

Everything comes full circle

Okay so we decided on door #3, our old development...right off the bat, that's weird.  When we left here 3 years ago, we didn't look back..now we're looking right back at it.  So, we go to the rental office to inquire about when units will be available. They ask when do we want to move in. Based on the (then) current status of things, if we could have moved in at that moment, it would have been just fine with me.  Ultimately we decide on a 6 week lead time for a move-in as it is the middle of the month, and although we have hardly anything unpacked, we still need to repack some stuff.
Then comes the all important question...sigh....do we want a 2 or 3 bedroom?  Based on the amount of "stuff" that we have, we figure that we will take the 3 bedroom( the last time we lived here we had a 2 bedroom).  So we sign the application, give our preferences to the rental agent...and then it happens.

We were talking about the location of the available units, as we wanted to drive by them and see if we like the location.  The rental agent realizes that my husband looks familiar, so we said "oh yes, we moved out of here 3 years ago", and one of the maintenance men said..."ohhh...which unit"?  So we tell him, and then the fateful words were uttered..."That unit is available"..

We look at each other and laugh- how funny is that?  How weird is that?
How strange would that be to live in our old unit?


Flash forward 3 whole days, we talk, talk, and talk some more about moving and about how weird its going to be to live in the same development again, but this time in a different apartment.  Yet, we keep going back to how weird would it be to live in the same exact apartment again.  The apartment that I spent endless hours studying for school, the apartment that we entertained friends numerous times in, the apartment that we got engaged in.
So something that 2 days ago was totally foreign and out of the question, suddenly has become quite comfortable and doable.  We call the rental agent the next morning to see if we could switch our choice and take our old unit- they were fine with it.

In 32 days we were about to embark on yet another move..this one was almost like a step backwards, moving to our old apartment- almost 3 years to the day that we left.

Tutto viene cerchio completo....Everything comes full circle

Bags of emotional goodness (if only they tasted like chocolate)

Rentals on Long Island...yep good luck.  If you are trying to stay within certain areas, you obviously are going to severely limit your choices.  The town that we live in only has a few "rental communities" and the rest fall under the category of house rentals or illegal apts. Fortunately, since we have lived in this area before, we know where to look and where not to. We have alot of stuff and a 1 bedroom just ain't gonna cut it, besides a little breathing room is healthy. With this in mind, we narrow it down to 1 of 3 possibilities; the brand spankin new a la carte development that is ubercool (and uberexpensive), its slightly scaled down sister community OR the development that we lived in before we moved out of NY.

I'll take door number 3 Monty....

To Rent or Not to Rent...Part Deux

At the time of my last blog, we stood at the precipice of buying a piece of property.  And there we stood, looking over the edge of what seemed like was going to be a long 20 years, and we stood and stood.  Then we circled, took a few steps back, re-assessed the insanity and took the plunge- but not the plunge that you may think. You see, I like to analyze things but my dh REALLY likes to analyze things..not that this is bad, especially in this case.
So, we discussed and discussed, and made lists, and discussed some more and after the engineer's report and the appraisal didn't come back with what we were hoping for, we pulled the offer on the property and decided to rejoin the land of the renters...sigh.
You see, we wanted to move into our own property so badly, that we were almost willing to take something that we weren't really happy with with.  All in the name of privacy...  It starts back with to when we moved back to NY, and moved back in with his mother and sister for what should have been a short stay...1 year later, we were moving.... That story is definitely worthy of its own blog.
Anyway, since that was not the optimal condition to live long term, we figured that we better move, or we might have headed for divorce court (or the insane asylum).

So for the sake of our own anything we almost bought a condo that we knew we were settling for, but fortunately we had an epiphany before it was too late. We drove our poor realtor and mortgage guy crazy, but they must be used to it; we told them we were no longer in the market and all they wanted to do was talk us out of it. Hmmm....ulterior motive or our best interest at heart....you make the call.

So now we decide on a rental, that opens a whole other bag of emotional goodness...stay tuned...