907

I’m far from a numerol­o­gist, how­ever I do have a fas­ci­na­tion with num­bers. My friends laugh when I explain that I remem­ber strings of num­bers by graph­ing them in my head. Or they shake their head as I recite a ten digit num­ber after hear­ing it just once. When I was a kid, I would race the cashier to add up the items we had bought and then cal­cu­late change before they could.

So mov­ing again, I have a fresh num­ber to bring into the fold. 907. From 839 to 406 to 907. And with those three num­bers my mind spins off into a thou­sand equa­tions, look­ing for pat­terns. I’d liken it to the film sequence from <em>A Beau­ti­ful Mind</em> except I lack the patience for code break­ing, but it is some­thing along the same lines where I visu­al­ize a tree of num­bers and equa­tions in my mind.

907 is our new apart­ment. The first in the lat­est chap­ter of my life.

Yes­ter­day was a long tir­ing day. I forced K to come to bed at 1am remind­ing her that us stay­ing up all night pack­ing and then being use­less on the move day would be worse than hav­ing some stuff unpacked. So we got 5 or 6 hours of sleep before wak­ing up and tak­ing off for the day.

All in all, the world was on our side. It was clear skies, the apart­ment had no issues and the movers were awe­some. Even more awe­some though were the friends who showed up to help. With three friends (and one mother) show­ing up to help carry over the ran­dom items we didn’t get boxed in time, and to help clean the old apart­ment, we actu­ally man­aged the full move in about 18 hours.

My brother Adam’s advice of beer and pizza did not go for­got­ten either, except K’s mom one-upped it. She brought over her crock-pot and set us up with pork chops for din­ner! Not to men­tion her fresh baked chocolate-chip cook­ies and yel­low cup­cakes with choco­late frost­ing. We used them unashamedly for bribery and appreciation.

Today we’re begin­ning the process of unpack­ing, box by box we’re regain­ing floor space and enter­tain­ment (the first thing I unpacked really was our enter­tain­ment cen­ter, sec­ond was my desk and com­puter setup.)

Tomor­row it will be more of the same.