Farewell Anderson

So long Anderson. After nearly five years, and a moving process that’s taken more than three months, Kristi and I finally closed the doors on my Tanglewood apartment for the last time on Saturday.





In classic moving tradition, what we bargained for, and what ended up in the truck were two vastly different things. I expected a bed, chest of drawers and a few boxes. In the end, it was nearly full. (Of course Ms. K. will let you know loud and clear that my packing skills left quite a bit to be desired. That’s debatable, of course.)





There were several treasures we found along the way, such as the ancient laundry detergent bucket of golf balls, multiple dozen plastic souvenir cups (we kept the best quality) and, of course, the old Green and White hockey/duffel bag, a Farner family treasure for more than 20 years.



We formed a pretty good team as we divided and conquered the apartment, making several trips to the dumpster, and many more to the truck. Kristi cleaned the kitchen while I braved the bathroom. By the time we turned in the keys to the leasing office, it had been two and a half hours.






So it was time for some sweet tea, a Po Boy sandwich, and a club sandwich complete with fried green tomatoes. I figured we couldn’t leave the Electric City without a trip to my favorite ice cream spot, Bruster’s, for my trademark orange sherbet in a waffle cone.



This completed a whirlwind week (come to think of it, I don’t think we’ve had a boring one in a year and a half) in which we secured the wedding organist (Kristi’s grandmother, Pat) and I became an official/legal resident of the state of Georgia.