Back to the Adirondacks with a big van-full for the storage unit.
Amusing story via our neighbor here in the city – When it’s a particularly nice day here on our block in Brooklyn, that means coffee on the stoop(s) at 8:30 with the neighbors. I happened to be coming back from the store with a cup of coffee in my hand yesterday, and caught The Ladies out front. We had a real nice chat!
Meanwhile, the van was parked three houses down. As we were standing there sipping, a parking spot one space back opened up. I spat out something indecipherable and bolted up the stairs to get the keys. My coffee friends stood in the space and held it. Later in the day, the next spot back opened up. Once again, I bolted out front with the keys and moved the van back one more spot. My neighbor coffee-friend saw me, and shouted out the window, “You’ve moved that car three times! You may be moving to the country, but you sure act like a Brooklynite!”
We’re all about parking spots here. A spot directly in front of your house? Well, that’s the Holy Grail. At this point, we’re just one car-length from the front door. There’s a green Suburban directly out front, but I remain optimistic! All the same, with the car so close, I’ve taken to carrying a few things with me every time I go downstairs. It will lessen the load when we have to fill the van up for the weekend.