veeby's Profile

I personally like music - I played the three She & Him albums on repeat. I lived in a kind of cold loft, and I really think the music enlivened the space and showcased our throughout-the-home surround sound.

I knew it was kind of a gamble, but their music is cheerful, kind of familiar, but not so familiar you would whisper to your partner, "I HATE this song."

Verdict: our place sold in 3 weeks. In Minneapolis. In May 2010, with a market flooded with condos.

To me it looks low, but I guess I'm kind of a yuppie: I only look at buildings that are dog-friendly, have w/d in-unit, and have parking available (around $200 extra per month).

Until recently I was in a Loop 1-bed apartment for $1500/month (without parking). Now I'm in a Sloop 2 bed/bath apartment for $2200 including parking.

Mine just happened on Sunday! It was one of the most taxing days of my life.

Earlier this year, my long-term boyfriend and I broke up. This would be insignificant, except that for the past several years, I've really organized nothing for any move and am generally incompetent with details. But, I was really proud of myself for organizing my move all by myself - got movers, got a Uhaul, even managed to get into my apartment a day early so I could move out/in on the same day.

I could only move out past 6 pm, since my former building was residential/commercial, and we started moving a little after 6. Fast forward to 9:45 pm and we're still at my teeny, tiny 1-bedroom apartment - when, given all estimates, I should have been unloaded and enjoying a beer at my new place.

I call the manager on my way to my new apartment, because that was really ridiculous. She calls the movers, which basically starts a stand off. I never even see one of the two guys again - only one of them is taking things into my new place.

They lied and told the manager I kept changing my mind about what to take, and that they had to share my elevator with tenants - both of which were untrue (my "um, take everything, why are you asking me this" stance was apparently unclear) (and both elevators were reserved by key just for us, thank you very much).

By 11 pm, they had to be done per my new building's rules, and when I went down to tell them to leave, they were already gone.

I'm crying and don't know what to do - several important items are in the Uhaul, including all my clothes and the dog food, and I have to work the next day. Plus since it was supposed to be a one-day move, my truck was extremely late + I had nowhere to put it + I didn't have a padlock for it. Fortunately, I have amazing friends who helped me sort it all out - which I seriously resisted since I was so excited to be independent but sometimes, you have to let people do great things for you.

Also, they broke several really expensive items - like my Blu Dot Area 51 desk and a R&B light. I didn't sign anything with them, and I'm not going to be able to recover. Fortunately my credit card company happily cancelled the charge.

Moral of the story: Being independent is great and worthwhile, but know when to ask for help. I should have known by 9 pm that I needed to ask for help, but I kept telling myself everything was fine and that it was just going to be a long night.

Also, always get a recommendation for movers. Make phone calls until your ears bleed, and don't just take the easiest option.

Don't by the Acacia stone mat - I bought it about 2 years ago when I first moved into my place and it's hideous in person. The stones are really set apart, so you can see lots of the black mat they're glued to. NOT cute.

I second Minneapolis!