The Girl and Her Dog

^^Tiny Chick in an empty apartment.

It’s been quite a while since I posted around here, but there’s been a good reason. We moved! And let me tell you, it was one rough move. Basically, out of all the moves I’ve done in the last six years (a lot because apparently in college you move every year), this has been by far the worst. And to think we thought it would be easy breezy because we only moved one floor up.

Well, this led to me thinking not much packing had to be done because we could just carry things up the stairs. This made the move feel like 10 moves instead of just one. The worst part, though, was the fact that the gas had been shut off and we wouldn’t be able to get it turned on until four days after we moved in. Let this be a lesson when you go to put the utilities in your name the day before you are scheduled to move. You never know what will happen. And for the record we were at least able to sleep and shower in our old apartment thanks in part to the generous new owner of the unit who let us turn in the keys a few days late (not without charging us extra first, though).

^^Trying to stay warm in a cold, cold apartment.

^^Chick had to come with me to work one day because it was too cold to leave her in the apartment without heat.

Actually, I lied. The very worst part was seeing how traumatic all of the changes were for little Chick. She, as with most dogs, loves her routine and for quite a few days her daily activities were a big jumbled mess. We did our best to keep things running smoothly, but it just wasn’t in the cards for us. Chick responded with lots of following us around, little whimpers and [gasp!] having a few accidents in the house. I felt awfully guilty, but now that things are settled in, Chick is back to her normal self. Phew.

^^Happy that life is back to normal.