Today we went over to Eric’s old apartment to get rid of the last of his furniture before his lease ends on Thursday.
Eric’s super friendly neighbor (seeing us load the elevator): “Oh hey, man! Oh no, you’re moving?”
Eric: “Unfortunately, yeah. I’m moving in with my girlfriend.”
(Pause while I stand there awkwardly)
Eric: “Oh! I mean fortunately.”
Me: “I’m sorry I wasn’t more helpful with unpacking your boxes and suitcases today, but I have to run a half marathon tomorrow.”
Eric: “Yeah, and I have to stand in the cold to cheer you on tomorrow!”
And now he doesn’t live here anymore.
Eric: “I feel like I’ve really cramped up your apartment. Is it making you anxious?”
Me: “What?! No, babe…”
“Hey! <poking me repeatedly in the shoulder> Heyyyyyyy. HEY! I’m bored.”
— Eric, 4 minutes after officially moving into my (our?) studio apartment.
This is gonna be great.
Eric: “You realize I’m pretty much fully moving in tomorrow, right?”
99% of me: “I know, I’m so excited!”
1% of me: