we’re in

After a marathon nine-hour move and cleanup, we are in our new place.

Body parts I didn’t know I have are in pain.

To recap, the previous tenants here couldn’t move when they wanted to because the closing date for their house got pushed back thrice. Additionally, they had some problems with moving out. I had three days off, the third of which was their original move-out day. The new tenants are coming at some point today, so I was going to start on Thursday or Friday and slowly move and clean throughout the weekend.

Instead, I got to start the moving process at about 2 p.m., more or less alone. As in I got help moving the bed and the couch. Everyone who was going to help me had to work yesterday BECAUSE IT IS A MONDAY. I was lucky that I was able to take the day off to take care of everything. That probably would have been impossible if I had any other job or weren’t in management.

I got whacked in the head with the bed frame. Another part of the bed frame slammed into my right thumb. I have what feels like a lightly sprained ankle. I had a hard time going to sleep because, if I turned certain ways, I would have pain in my back. I had to go to work this morning at 10:30.

But, I have some of my art up. Renée wants real art in the living room and she’s right. I want my typographic map of Richmond, my broken Honeywell plant photo and my vintage PBR ad in our office, which I have dubbed the Clair Hanks Huxtable Memorial Room because it’s mostly my stuff. Most likely, it’ll just be a room we rarely use, like the third bedroom in the House 245 because, now that we’re somewhat settled, I’ve noticed that I’m spending an awful lot of time in the kitchen because it’s not, as I described downstairs earlier today, a hallway with a stove in it. Additionally, I think the house had a fireplace at some point because there’s a weird architectural piece between the kitchen and the living room that is the perfect height to be a standing desk.

It would be a perfect standing desk if my feet didn’t still hurt a little from yesterday. And my ankle didn’t hurt.

But anyway, I’m happy where we are and it already feels like home.

Mostly because I was able to add this little gem to what I guess was a rail to hang a tapestry (aside: I was allowed to have this).

The photo on the left is the shattered photo of the Honeywell plant in Hopewell.

I don’t think I get delivery this way.

I’ll take more photos when it looks more presentable. Or, if you live in/near Charlottesville, come visit.

nothing runs smoothly in the life of elliott robinson

So …

Not that So.

But so …

Our neighbors upstairs planned to be moved out fully today, which would have meant my landlord was going to do whatever he was going to do upstairs Friday (minor stuff like steam clean the carpets because the upstairs was renovated about two years ago). The closing on the neighbor’s house has been pushed back for the third time so they’re here till the 30th unless my landlord tells them to get out now.

If they are here till the 30th, that means I move on the Oct. 1, which helps because I’m about to start a stint of working 40 hours in the next four days. Note that today is the third day in a row that I’ve been off and there is little I can do because you reach a point in packing where you can’t really pack any more unless you’re moving in the next 24-48 hours.

The problem with this is that the new tenants in my current apartment were supposed to move in Oct. 1.

This all could still work but the chance that no one will have a chance to thoroughly clean a space before leaving bothers me.

Then again, the new folks downstairs most likely aren’t moving in Oct. 1 because it’s a Tuesday. If that’s the case, that will give our landlord enough time to do stuff upstairs and for us to do stuff down here before the transition is done.

The cable/Internet downstairs gets cut off Sunday. There has been no response from the landlord yet. He has been doing this for a while and of course it falls apart when I’m trying to move.

I fully expect this to just be a complete cluster for the next few days.

I know it will be fine but I’m more than a little annoyed at this whole situation.

if you were curious


This will rank as one of the shortest moves in history.

Here is the new place. It’s also the current place as I live underneath this place.

Another interesting tidbit about this house I’ve noticed is that it’s identical as far as its shape to the house where I was renting a room in Jacksonville.


The major difference between the two is the layout. Otherwise, it’s exactly the same. I think they’re even the same size, minus a spare room where we’ll have a  deck. It took me a year to notice this, probably because I never really looked too hard at upstairs because I didn’t live there.

Additionally, I have to park on the street and said street is too narrow for me to 180 my car swiftly, unlike life on North 33rd. I’m still annoyed.

Could be worse, I guess. This street is, for all intents and purposes, a cul-de-sac.

Our landlord has begun a near-endless stream of prospects looking at our current place, which spurred me to pack up nearly all my things. Although I’ve been on my own for more or less seven years, I’ve never had to experience a showing. It’s very weird and I hope to postpone going through this as long as I can.

I planned on doing absolutely nothing today (which I wound up doing) but I couldn’t exactly because a future building-mate was supposed to come today. He or she did not. It’s a good thing too because I really need to finish doing the dishes and put some stuff in the recycle bin.

As I waited for someone to look at our currently spartan rooms and envision their own belongings there, I wanted to sit in the living room in a dirty T-shirt, surrounded by beer cans.

“I’m moving upstairs; won’t ya be my neighbor?” I would have said before burping.

That would have been hilarious until my landlord set the lease aflame.


We’re moving to the full-sized house upstairs.

It doesn’t have everything I want in a place but it works for now. The price was right and we’ll have rent control for up to three years.

We haul our things up the ramp to street level on or before Oct. 1.

Next up: Real furniture (because it will fit) and changing my address ever so slightly on everything.

house of leaves

We toured the house upstairs today. I never finished the book in the title of this post, because it was a short-term loan and I’ve been meaning to buy it. The the plot includes a house that is markedly larger on the inside than it is on the outside.

The house has the same footprint as my apartment.

It has two decent-sized bedrooms, real closets, a large kitchen/dining area and an intimate living room. And it’s not much more than down here.

Sure, it’s not the biggest house, but I can’t get over how much more room it has over where I am now. IT HAS THE SAME DIMENSIONS.


In about a week or so, the landlord will be back from vacation and we’ll do a formal walk through. Then we wait. Our neighbors aren’t leaving until the end of September. Then we’ll haul our things up the ramp and finally get real/more furniture because we’ll inexplicably have a lot more space. And a deck. And a porch.

Maybe this house is actually a TARDIS.


We probably have our wedding venue nailed down. There’s a discount at the University of Virginia Chapel for employees. We did want to have the ceremony in Richmond but whatever.

We need to send out the save the dates pretty soon as well. I’m starting to get questions about them.


Obviously, I think talking (writing) through what was causing my writer’s block has ended it. Not only have  I been a blogging fool lately, I have jumped back into the novel. All I have left to do is stop sucking at something else and get some decent sleep. I’m still doing this making up in the middle of the night BS. I also took a nap today, after which I was still sleepy. Hopefully, having tomorrow off will do some good.

**insert obvious post title**

Speaking of moving, my lease is up at the end of September. I was about to start our official hunt for a new place when I got a call from my landlord.

Our upstairs neighbors, who originally said they were going to stay there for a while, have decided to buy a house. The landlord gave us right of first refusal for upstairs, which has two bedrooms and has a layout more like a normal house. I still haven’t formally seen it and, at the moment, I don’t know exactly how much upstairs costs.

Unless it’s the most awful place I’ve ever seen and is outrageously expensive, we’re probably going to take it. This will be the easiest move I’ve ever had.

Except for my address changing but not. On the bright side, I can stop having my address be “#B,” which annoys me to no end. NO END.

I hope this goes well because I’d rather just grab my stuff and bring it up the ramp and then save getting a U-Haul just for when I get more/real/better furniture.

We’ll see how this shakes out in the next month and a half.

three’s a crowd

I learned some saddening news this week.

Goodbye, house

You’ll always be home to me

Matt, Shaunelle and Loaf are moving away.

My bonus year of guaranteed couch surfing in RVA is over.

Matt and the Greatest Dog in the World are heading to Georgia. Shaunelle now works in the Tri-Cities, so it looks like Petersburg, Hopewell and Colonial Heights will remain a part of my life in some form or fashion.

Although we knew this had to happen at some point, it’s still something I never wanted to happen. This house atop Chimborazo was the catalyst for the best post-college experience I’ve had  so far. You could come and knock on our door because we’d been waiting for you. This was our Friends house. This was our How I Met Your Mother house.  This was our Jersey Shore, our Real World. This was our halfway house between the our early 20s and the real world.

Much like my fraternity and our infamous chapter house at 210 Deep Creek Road, this was a house where inseparable bonds were forged.

If that house were a sitcom, I was the among the characters added after the first season to try to keep it afloat. I came after the first year of tenants. Matt and Shaunelle had lost two before I arrived in August 2009. After I arrived, we went through two fourth roommates before we realized it just wasn’t going to work with four. When I left for six months, my room never got refilled. I was able to come back in to round out my third year before heading to Charlottesville.

Those three years, including the time when I officially  unofficially no longer lived there were amazing. Over time, it truly became home. The very first time I changed the address on my license was there. Other than my mom’s house, I had been pretty transient during and after college (never mind the extraordinary amount of time I spent on Bull Run Drive in Hopewell). I couldn’t bear to go to the DMV back then and say that some of the places I’ve lived back then were where I officially lived (never mind that being a little illegal). When I arrived at that house, I knew it was going to be a place that stuck with me. It was in that house when I stopped calling my mom’s house home. Never mind that I was subletting: It was home.

But it is time to go. It’s run its course. Despite how amazing living in that house was, preparing to make my home as a married man is going to be more awesome. Although probably with fewer keggers in the backyard. Probably.

I still have the key to 210 on my key chain. When I got my new license, I still kept the one that said I was a Richmond, Va., resident in that Church Hill home. I’ll continue to hold on to it.