19 months ago I moved from my house to an apartment complex about 4 blocks away with the intention of updating my house in the interim. This time period overlapped with Stortz Tools moving from Old City to Newtown, which is storybook naming in its own right. Moving out of a building that you’ve been in for 175 years is not an easy task. It took the better part of 6 truckloads of skids to move which was stressful because we were having leasing issues to go along with the fire / security protocols. In turn, this brought about a commute that I’ve complained about for the past 15 months and it changed my entire schedule where my day got two hours shorter and I started to wake up at 5:30 every morning. A lesser man may wilt and run to his blog to complain about his life, but no, not me, I stuck through it and ended up where I am today. Back in my house, 50k lighter, and still commuting…but wait, there’s more.
Andrew Gourlay moved into the Carson while I was moving out. He’s into bird watching. We played golf last week and I caught this great picture of a small blue shirted pecker in the wild.
That was off topic. I’m going to Germany tomorrow for a full week. It will be the first time I’ll be renting a car and driving around which will be different as I usually go by train. I will also experience more of the Germany culture because I’m traveling with a potential new hire who is German. This trip put me in panic mode because my passport was going to expire in 3 months and 2 weeks and the German requirement is having 3 months of expiration on your passport. I couldn’t chance it so I booked an appointment at the Philly Passport Agency and got it done in 6 hours. I’ll post some cool pictures on Instagram if I find any.
The reason I’m capping the worst 19 months of my life is because I’m out of the Carson and moving into a place in Newtown. This will eliminate the commute as I wish. I enjoyed living in the Carson where I didn’t have to worry about any house issues. It was easy. I feel like Tim in the haunted house episode where his mom asks him if he made any new friends and he replies with, “not really.” Now that I’m back in my house, I’m exactly the same amount of happiness. I can still get a beer with Gourlay even though I moved out. I don’t lose much from moving out is what I’m saying. Plus I get some flexibility with 95. It will be better. It has to be.
Which brings me to today where I’m happy. I got through moving out of the Carson which was a pain. I got through the stress of getting a passport 2 days before traveling internationally. I plotted an entire trip to Germany to 4 cities and finding hotels / scheduling visits in each place to make sure it’s planned perfectly. This will be the biggest deal in the company’s history to boot. Now I have to finish packing and making sure I don’t forget the euro converter. It feels like it’s always, “it’ll get better”, and for the first time in a long time, I think it will.
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