This morning, I moved out of the apartment I’d lived in for the past four years — the longest I’d lived anywhere since leaving my parents’ house nearly 15 years ago (and actually, longer than I lived there, too, since we moved in my junior year of high school.)
I’d really gotten comfortable in this apartment — both with the physical space and with myself — but they jacked up the rent, and it was time to go. I was 29 when I moved in there and honestly wasn’t at a good place in life. I signed a two-year lease and remember thinking 31! Wow! So much can change! (Full disclosure: I had hoped that would mean a boyfriend/husband, but no dice.)
*I never intended for that color to be quite so Tiffany’s blue…*
And in truth, everything and nothing has changed. I’m not sure my day-to-day is much different than it was four years ago, but my perspective on many things is and I’ve learned so much to appreciate what’s really important and not let that which isn’t important upset me more than it should. (Well, most of the time.)
Truth be told, this move kind of snuck up on me, and I had a minor freakout yesterday. Thankfully, Lacey came over to keep me company while I packed.
This morning, I went to drop off sweet little Bailey to be boarded (because a little dog underfoot during a move is a recipe for disaster) and my mom called me crying as we walked over there. Though all of her numbers are coming down like a champ, the chemo is getting pretty rough on her and she’s struggling with some intense anemia. (I almost just wrote amnesia…) She felt too weak to walk and had to go to the hospital for a transfusion. I dropped off Bailey and walked home feeling so deflated, angry (eff you, cancer) and powerless that I couldn’t be with my mom.
But I couldn’t reschedule everything, so on I went with my move. I’m all moved in now and probably at least 50% unpacked (hey, I got it from my mama) and exhausted and seeking the energy to hang my shower curtain so I don’t get into my bed all moving gross.
What kind of mover are you: GET RID OF ALL THE BOXES IMMEDIATELY or let them hang out for a while? I am must get rid of boxes type. (However: that pic above is not a currently accurate representation. That was from before they brought the boxes in but after they brought the furniture.)