As I was saying, we moved …our stuff.
First we had to drop my sister’s stuff off at her new place in Bayside… or Flushing? eh, Queens, anyway. Speaking of neighbors, Tom mentioned more than once that he’s jealous that Amy lives so close to Dunkin’ Donuts.
On our way to Huntington, we made a quick bagel stop and by the time we got to my dad’s, our Super-Movers had unloaded almost all of our stuff.
As they finished up, we (re-)met the neighbors.
Bill, from next door on the left just said a warm hello and welcomed us.
I have to admit that the first “welcome back to the neighborhood” kind of sent a shiver of panic (is that a thing?) down my spine… or up it? Spine idioms are hard.
Then Jay, from across the street, who is my age and was just visiting for the weekend …because he’s doing enough with his life not to live with his parents.
Oh and hey! Running into someone from high school! So glad that I had decided that it was pointless to shower on moving day, that I’d rock my holey Bearcats sweatpants and my Jen’s Pink Lady Bachelorette Party “NOT too pure to be pink!” t-shirt*, and that I’d throw my greasy hair back in some claw-clip/bendy-clip monstrosity.
I’m starting to get a glimpse of the awkwardness that awaits me.
Next was Jay’s dad Andrew, who offered to help my dad clean up the house (which my dad refused, sigh).
And finally, Jean, from next door on the right. Her daughter Alex, a photographer/filmmaker, used to take photos of Amy and me. Alex also happened to be home because she was using her parents’ house as a set for her latest project for the LA Film Festival (doing something with her life).
Also, Jean informed us that Alex is pregnant with twins at the age of 42 (go girl!) and that she’s considered a geriatric obstetrics patient… ugh, I better get on this whole “kids” thing, one of these days…
…ok maybe I have a few good years left.
*No offense, Shea, that shirt is awesome.