I give you… the apartment. Or the photogenic living room at least.

Looking towards the window

Previously albeit unfurnishedly, A look inside the apartment, finally!

Yes, we now live in a city. This is a fact about which I seem to be constantly amazed.

Here’s a visualization that I think might help explain my state of wonderment more concretely. Each bar represents a zip code I’ve lived in from birth to the present (L to R). The height of the bar represents the population density of that zip code. Yeah.

Here’s the raw data:

I just placed an order for a bonafide, practically all-terrain, city cart. They show up all over the city, used equally by hipsters and the homeless, for groceries and laundry. But I haven’t really found any in stores. You’d think there’d be a Carts “Я” Us or somesuch, but instead people told us they brought theirs with them from another city, or they picked it up on craigslist.

Stephanie says this model is exactly like one her mom used to have back in France, but when she first tried to pantomime the action of its stair-climbing wheels, I had no idea what she was talking about. That is, until tonight, after a little searching around on Google, when we discovered it at The Vermont Country Store, Purveyors of the Practical & Hard-To-Find. Indeed.

Saturday morning we had a number of time-sensitive appointments. That meant being up at 7:30, but first I made us some open-face egg sandwiches with Neiman Ranch bacon and St. George’s raw milk cheese. Then we got down to business.

Someone was coming to look at my table at 9, but they were late, so Stephanie left to get her car washed in advance of an 11 o’clock appointment to look her car (which she’s selling). Just after she left, a family of four showed up to see my table. Their two kids were ecstatic about the smell of bacon still wafting through the apartment. They all liked the table and brought a car large enough to take it all home with them. I gave them a discount. They paid cash. One less thing to bring to San Francisco.

Next we had to pick up a moving truck from U-Haul at 10. Made it right on time, got back, and I took a moment to commemorate our final move with a blog post. Stephanie’s car appointment got pushed back so we started packing in earnest. Finished the kitchen, Stephanie did the bathroom. Then we both began to unravel the as-yet-untouched bedroom.

At noon a couple arrived to check out Stephanie’s car. They took it out for a surprisingly long test drive, but eventually came back, and lo and behold, they wanted to buy it. They agreed on a price—enough to cover Stephanie’s outstanding car loan—and the hand off was scheduled for Monday night. Selling a car while moving to a new city, all in the span of a single weekend! NB: It looks like Justin will be learning how to take the bus to work next week—Stephanie still has one week left of rehersals in Santa Rosa.

So the “plan” for the rest of the day was to pack and load everything into the truck, drive to city with the truck and my car, unload the truck. Drop the truck off in the city. Then drive in my car back up to Healdsburg to attend a barbecue at Stephanie’s dad’s house. We’d spend the night there and then return to Santa Rosa on Sunday to clean the apartment.

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Stephanie and I are sitting on my old desk. Haven’t sold it yet. Don’t know when. Cable modem still plugged in. Not sure when Comcast will be turning on our service in the city. Friday maybe. Jesus, 5 days off the grid. How to survive? Je ne sais pas sez Stephanie.

Oh my god. I’ve already written about what we did this weekend. It’s crazy. But haven’t posted it yet. So stay tuned. Update: The saga has been posted.

Apartment is clean. Almost totally empty. Got some food in the fridge. Got some stuff to drop off at Goodwill. No worries. Stephanie will be rocking it in Santa Rosa next week. Woo-hoo she sez.

Stephanie wants to go really bad so it’s time to say sayonara, and wish everyone our love. And bisous. That French for kisses, y’all. Peace.