Moving Day

If you shopped for a table, mirror, rice cooker, and some shelf's at the garbage mart, odds are your not going to use a moving company. Which in my case leaves two options, the train or my bicycle.

Not wanting to deal with the unpleasantries associated with negotiating awkward items through train turnstiles and crowds, I opted to use my bicycle. After three trips and a minor incident involving an elderly Japanese woman and my table, I was all moved in.