The plan is to move. I have to get out of this apartment I moved into ten months ago. If you’ve been reading, you’ll understand that I found this place during an emergent situation and the paint was still wet when I moved all my stuff here. Pure desperation brought me to where I am now. Miserable.
Ok. It is shelter. I’m not out on the street. I thank my parents and my heavenly father for helping me during one of my darker hours to find this place on VERY short notice. Within three hours of beginning to look. It was purely a miracle I found it.
The place has served its purpose. However, it is small. My electric bill has been consistently 150$+ every month. I still have to place a box fan at the bottom of the stairs for the upstairs to feel cool. I have found ants and other scary bugs. The college kids next door party all night long. My babysitter cannot even park in my allotted spaces for four hours without receiving a tow note on her car. My dishwasher is not working. I need to leave.
This evening, determined I will find something soon, I began to pack. Boxes are slowly filling my living room, everything that I do not need on a daily basis is to be packed away for that glorious day when I find a place to move. I am a woman on a mission. A lease must be signed by July 1st. The month of July will be used to move boxes, clean, go on vacation, and hire movers to get all the big stuff.
Have I mentioned I hate moving? You don’t realize how much stuff you accumulate until you start packing and moving it. My goal is to not move one ounce more than I have to. Goodwill, Craigslist, anywhere but to my new place will unnecessary things go. I can’t deal.
What doesn’t help is I keep buying furniture. Today for example, baby crib and dresser. Yes, baby has been sleeping with me. Time to begin breaking that habit. There’s a beautiful kitchen hutch and buffet I found. My couch gets delivered next week. Help me!
This weekend forget once a month cooking, or bargain hunting, or resting. Those are my usual weekend activities. I shall be moving around furniture, packing boxes, and organizing.
Is there anyone else out there who has move more than twice in a couple years? How did you stay sane? Share your stories, embark on this journey with me!