In the comments on this post, via-chan worried about the heat when I moved, and I didn't expect it to be that bad. Actually, via-chan was right—Japan was incredibly hot from late June to early July, and I was totally worn out on moving day. The movers were scheduled to come in the morning, and the AC installation was set for that evening. That day's forecast called for temperatures over 35°C (95°F), so I had planned to take refuge at a nearby café during the day.

However, I was surprised when my new apartment was actually not hot. It’s technically in Tokyo proper, but it's far out in the mountains. In addition, Tokyo is less humid than Toyama, and my new place gets excellent airflow. So instead of the café, I just lounged around in bed. The breeze coming through the open windows reminded me of the summers of my childhood.

Once the hottest part of the day had passed, I called my son over and had him do the unpacking while I stayed in bed. He moved the large furniture as I directed and did a pretty good job arranging the CDs and books on the shelves. I haven't finished unpacking everything yet, but I should be able to wrap it up this coming weekend.

The title of this post is from my favorite David Bowie instrumental track. This move is by far the thing I've most procrastinated ever, so I'm relieved to finally have it behind me.