The couch finally had a pillow.
That should not have felt like a major update, but the apartment had taken some work.
We drove our belongings across the country at the end of August and moved in the next day. A few days later, I sent somebody a photo of the place after twelve hours of cleaning. My note said they should imagine what it looked like when we first arrived.
The couch created its own problem. It was big, the apartment was not, and getting it inside required finding a route that did not look possible at first. Once it made it through, I described it as “amazing” and “sooo cozy.” Almost everything else was still in boxes.
A month later, my girlfriend made a pillow for it.
She sent me a photo from her phone. I forwarded it to a friend because I thought it was “REALLY cool.” The message was exactly as serious as it needed to be. The subject was “Our couch and new pillow.” The body explained that a furry one was coming next.
Most of the archive around the move is work. I was leaving Beatport, joining Yodle, leaving Yodle, joining Peek, consulting back to Yodle, pricing data centers, testing mobile email, and trying to keep services running overnight.
The pillow is useful because none of that explains what it felt like to arrive in New York.
We were making a home in a small Lower East Side apartment. Cleaning took half a day. The furniture fought us at the door. Money and boxes were still being sorted out. Then something handmade showed up on the couch and the room looked more finished.
I forwarded the picture with a smiley face.
The next pillow was already on the way.