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.)
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Congrats on the move! Wishing you the best and your mom especially - hoping she is feeling better. I am big on unpacking immediately because if I stop to sit or ignore a box, it is ignored forever! It's tiring but so much better to get it all done at once.
Moving sucks. And moving in New York is particularly cruel. I live on a bus block and my movers wouldn't leave the truck unattended. So the move went slow Til I just sat it in so they wouldn't get a ticket. Only in NY
Yeah and my movers got stuck for a while because they were filming something on my block...only in NYC indeed.
Moving does suck and cancer definitely sucks the most. I'm a slow mover. I had the keys to my current apartment for a couple weeks before I was finally sleeping there. I'm living in a new town and wanted to be sure I got used to the space before I had to eat, sleep, work and all that jazz.
As has been said, moving sucks and I am really sorry about your mom. I am sure that you will have your place beautiful and special and comfy and your own before you know it. Can't wait to see pictures!!
Congrats on the move!! I can definitely let boxes hang out for a while, as long as everything is tidy.
I am so sorry chemo is being such a bitch. My mom dealt with a lot of that while on chemo as well, and while it's scary, and annoying, the good news is the blood transfusions usually make a difference. My mom didn't tolerate chemo very well (ended up in the ER and ICU about every six months over two years,) and is now trying a new type of infusion treatment which isn't as harsh on her body. She's just started so we won't know results for another six weeks or so, but we're hopeful.
Hang in there, I know we don't actually know each other, but if you ever need someone to talk to about chemo, or hospitals, or how shitty cancer is, let me know! You and your mom and family are not alone!
I hate moving!!!
We moved about 15 months ago and still have a few boxes I've never opened! Of course these boxes are the same ones I packed 24 months ago when we moved the first time...
Hope that your Mum feels better soon, so hard to keep positive when you feel so awful. Fingers crossed.
Congrats on the move! I am definitely an unpack everything at once kind of person. Last time I moved I was unpacked the same day, ha. To be fair, I did have a 2 week leeway having two apartments so was able to get a lot organized ahead of the actual furniture move day ;)
Congrats on the move!! Hope your mom feels better soon.
I'm really sorry about your Mom. My dad and brother both had cancer in the last year and there is no worse feeling than feeling hopeless in all of this. You are not alone, nor is your family. Cancer sucks. It really does. I encourage you to speak to someone whether it's a therapist, a support group, or both. Your mental health is so important in this whole process. Thinking about you & your family. Sending love from STL <3
thank you
Wow, that red dress is simply gorgeous.