The Step with the Steps

Getting up at 8 am (when previously for a month I've gotten up at noon), waking my roommate up, getting a U-Haul in Harlem, driving through Manhattan (again!), picking up a mattress and box-spring (and rolling frame!) finally, driving through Central Park, moving a mattress into our place, getting said mattress in our small elevator, getting a ticket just as we were about to move the U-Haul out of the way of a BROKEN (!) fire hydrant, Skyping with Mom with the first time, seeing how excited she was as I show her that my window looks out onto another window, making perhaps the best Star Wars video ever for my dad's birthday, Skyping and singing my own acoustic guitar version of "Happy Birthday" for my dad, going to Target in the Bronx with roomie to pick up bedsheets for new bed, picking up an awesome plaid button-up too, picking up a few nifty household objects (like a fan) as well, eating at Dave & Buster's with Jen and Cindy, missing out on the D&B arcade games as we race across town to make Inception in IMAX, missing Inception in IMAX since it was sold out, realizing that movies sell out here (and elsewhere apparently; not Fairfield, I'll tell you that!), vowing to ALWAYS use Fandango as we race up Third Ave. while trying to buy tickets for a non-IMAX but still exciting Inception, snagging a cab to reach the theatre in time, being a little afraid for our lives as the cab races up Third Ave. to reach the theatre in time, reaching the theatre in time, buying tickets for 10:20, INCEPTION!!!, knowing all the trials today were well worth seeing that movie tonight, taking three subway trains to reach our home, and finally...

...assembling a bed so that this room, apartment, and town might feel just a bit more like home.

Good. Bad.

Up. Down.

Back. Forth.

It's been a day.

Goodnight.