Moving woes, part million

This past week I've spent way too much time on Craigslist, time I'd much rather spend reading the stacks and stacks of books taking over the spare bedroom.  These stacks are out of control!  But so, it turns out, is furniture shopping.  What I'd thought would be an easy task -- there are so many antique stores out here, how hard can it be to find a dining room table and chairs, 2 desks, a TV stand -- is turning out to be more in the realm of insurmountable.  Had we known this beforehand, maybe we would've kept these same items from our Chicago apartment instead of practically giving them away because we thought we'd find something better out here.

Sure, I could find all these things, with a budget of infinity.  Or, you know, if I lowered my standards a bit instead of growing my modern design knowledge base with each tremor of the fingers across the keyboard.  But we're not working with that.  And Cragislist has made this librarian very, very cranky.  Finally it dawned on me to use another website to search Craigslist more efficiently.  But that only made me more aware of how all the amazing furniture at somewhat decent prices is actually in... New York City?  Whaaaa?

Meanwhile, Yelp hasn't made me any happier.  There must be plenty of places to find affordable, decent, used furniture in Cambridge and Somerville, right?  Then why am I only finding stuff that's $3000 and up.  

It's a humbling experience.

The only highlight was when I found a library card catalog for sale in Western Mass.  But when I emailed for the price, well, that was the end of that.  Okay, I lied, the most amusing thing was finding really cute chickens for sale... and adult diapers.  Not posted by the same person... or chicken.  Also, an airport security Playmobil set.  Yes, I am sure that in some universe I could make a table out of these things.  No, no... I can't.  This isn't some creepy version of Project Runway - Interior Design.

So, I'm hoping that tomorrow's trip to a neighborhood flea market will turn up something.  Or that, at the very least, I can develop some self-control.  Because searching every Craigslist location nearby for "farm table" and "antique table" and "farmhouse table" for hours on end.  It's just sad.  Especially when there are so many books to be read!  

Tomorrow: Revolver by Marcus Sedgwick and at least one more.  And hopefully a dining room table.  And another series win for the Red Sox.