Keeping with the tradition started since college of not staying in the same place for more than four years, we are moving in January.
We're not moving to California...yet. That's been put off by a few years with these new plans.
We're not leaving Brooklyn.
Heck, we're not even leaving the building.
We're moving across the hall and down two floors.
A 2 bedroom, 2 bathroom apartment at the back of the building. No street noise (thank fuck), less sunlight (eh...), slightly larger kitchen, more closet space...
Oh, and I won't have to paint a wall or build another shelf. The in-Laws are taking care of EVERYTHING, including the hiring of movers.
(Hey, I heard that sigh of relief! Don't you deny it!)
This, plus the storage space in the basement (where all of my comic boxes reside, instead of my closet) means a whole lot of room for more stuff. Which will be very helpful when we're ready for Grayson to have (a) sibling(s).
In other news, my desktop PC is dead. I don't know what's wrong with it (I replaced the power supply because the old one was whining a lot), but nothing else changed. It won't start up for more than five seconds without shutting down.
In other, other news, we've all been sick for the past couple of weeks. I had a brief cold, then was fine, and a week later it came back with a vengeance. The in-Laws were here last weekend (that's when they saw the other apartment available) and helped out a lot. It's a good thing we missed out on NYCC, because we'd all be miserable.