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I don’t think I need to explain further. Except yes, he is holding a shiny Washington Dollar coin. My stomach hurt from laughing so hard…

Everyone knows moving is stressful. From reading Sam’s last post, you know we are now in Boulder – explaining the differences between here and STL would take much, much too long, but assume that there are many differences, the most difficult to adjust to being the smaller population and the difference in how unused land is seen (urban wasteland useful for art projects and homeless squatting vs. open space to buy up and preserve for the prairie dogs).

Since the stress is a given, add on top of that the situation that one of us is starting a new job at a green collar start-up. This job requires working very late nights, and that means we see very little of each other right now. This had all been discussed back before we moved, but in practice is harder than theory. So, last night we made efforts to repair the lack of time together.

After three weeks living with a very kind friend, we moved Sunday into a sublease apartment that will serve us well until we buy a house. It’s great, but we’re not even remotely done unpacking, so the mattress is set up in the living room, surrounded by boxes and partially assembled furniture. When Sam got home after 10pm last night, we were not ready for bed, but basically without amenities or entertainment. I mused aloud how dinner and a movie would be nice, but none of our stuff was set up and I haven’t bought any food of substance yet. Sam thought a moment, and pointed out that his laptop probably had 2 hours of juice (charger was at work), so if I could dig out a DVD, we could watch something. Luckily, we both are frequently in the mood for Jackie Chan, and both (don’t make fun) like Rush Hour 2. I realized despite the lack of food, I did know where some ramen was in our boxes, and that I had successfully unpacked all the wine, liquor, and beer. A few minutes later, we had a satisfying combination of ramen, cheap white wine I must have bought four years ago in STL, and Jackie Chan fighting in a bathrobe. All this on a mattress in the middle of a living room floor.

Sigh. We both felt much better after that.