The way she moves, oh oh oh, I gotta say...
The Week in Selfies: 6/1/20 - 6/7/20
Well, somehow it is June already. (Happy Pride Month!) And that means my May newsletter subscription donation project has come to an end. Thanks to new free and paid subscriptions, the donation to the National Network of Abortion Funds was $127. There were also four matching donors which means the donation turned out pretty good, I think.
I’ve decided to keep this donation project going. At the end of June, based on subscriptions, I’ll make a donation to the National Center for Transgender Equality.
If you are new here (welcome!) or need a refresher, you can always find more details of the project on my About page.
And thank you, as always, for being here.
I am not great at packing. And by that I mean physically packing boxes. My sense of the weight of anything is nearly non-existent. Yes, pillows are light but that doesn’t make a big difference when you’ve already filled the box two-thirds of the way with books. Someday I’ll learn how to tell. Probably. Maybe.
Moving is a nightmare usually. Even with moves that should be relatively easy, there is something that always comes up. Be it not enough boxes or running out of tape, the inability to control someone else’s schedule, an unresponsive landlord, or (and) a surprise pandemic, something always comes up.
But I do have a weird enjoyment of the actual act of moving. I like packing things up because I like to see and revisit all my stuff. (How did I accumulate so much stuff? Where did that come from?? What even is that?!?!) Purging is also quite fun. My ruthless side comes out and I strive to get rid of as much stuff as humanly possible. (Is it so I can buy more stuff? SHUT UP, YOU DON’T KNOW ME.) I also like unpacking and setting up a new space. This move, in 2020, was extra special because I was setting up a space that was just for me for the first time.
It’s a small thing but the biggest joy I get from the process of moving is the moving meals. It’s cleaning out the fridge up until the move by making things with as many condiments as you can on them. It’s a lot of small grocery store trips of things you plan to eat all of immediately because you have to. No, don’t put something new into the fridge, Samantha Jean. And, of course, there is the move day meal which is either the weirdest thing of them all or ordering something. All sitcoms would have us believe you can only order pizza on moving day. And you must sit on the floor of your empty house or apartment eating it directly from the box, a light layer of grease covering everything. What does it matter? It’s not your home anymore. Let the new tenants slip on the grease!
On June 7, 2020, I’m pretty sure my moving day meal was jarred queso and chips and some alcoholic ciders. There was a drug store literally at the end of my new block (RIP) and I had a very specific craving that happened to be foods easily found in a drug store, and I went with it. Jarred queso really is just plastic, I’m pretty sure. But in the twilight of moving day, sitting on an air mattress in a new home that was only mine, and after the very stressful and tumultuous month leading up to that day, it hit differently. It was a fancy entree at a Michelin star restaurant. It was the perfect meal.
What’s your favorite moving day meal? Leave a comment and let me know. Oh, and brownie points if you can name the song the title is a lyric from.
Monday, June 1, 2020
Well, it looks like it has happened. We have come to the first day I apparently forgot to take a selfie. We’ll all just have to speculate about what happened this first Monday in June.
Tuesday, June 2, 2020
I spent the evening in the new apartment getting it all spiffy for my move. And also watching lots of home movies. Here’s a video of a video (yes, apparently, I am a middle aged woman) of me being an extraordinary dancer.
Wednesday, June 3, 2020
This is not pee I SWEAR.
Thursday, June 4, 2020
Is it tired in here or is it just me?
Friday, June 5, 2020
Do I as a then 33 year old (and a now 35 year old) have a stuffed animal on my bed always? …YOU CAN TAKE TIGGER FROM MY COLD DEAD HANDS.
Saturday, June 6, 2020
She’s packed. She’s ready!
Sunday, June 7, 2020
Special shout-out to my two moving dudes. They moved all my stuff from the third floor apartment to my new first floor apartment across the neighborhood in the early part of a pandemic in roughly 45 minutes. So, if you are in NYC and need a moving company, I’d suggest Intense Movers. This was the second time I used them and they were great both times. (This is not sponsored, obviously, because what I am? Some kind of influencer? Laughable.)
