After much trial and tribulation (or so it felt like to me), we may have found an apartment. I put the application in last night, now we wait for approval and such. Good thing, too, because the moving date is now next week. WHAT.
I must give mad props to my mom, for accompanying me yesterday to look at more places and dealing with my moodiness. When I have too much “people time”, it drains me like nothing else and I completely shut down. So after about 2 pm, she had to endure a lot of me sitting in dead silence, just staring ahead at nothing. By the time I got home, I just felt numb and all I wanted to do was crawl into a dark cave and hide from everything. Introverts, you feel me?
SO, today I’m trying to packpackpack. I always find it difficult to pack ahead of time, because there are a lot of things you still need to use up to the actual moving day (food, dishes, clothes, toiletries, cleaning supplies). Plus, Silas has to stay in the house a week after the boys and I move out because he will still be working at an office here–so I have to be careful not to pack and/or throw away things he might need. (I am so bad about throwing things away–it’s like an addiction. I get a high from getting rid of things and it pisses my family members off to no end. I can’t count how many times I’ve heard, “Hey, where is that thing that I—HEATHER, DID YOU THROW IT AWAY?!”)
I will say though, the agreement stipulates that the house needs to be in “broom-clean condition–free of all trash and debris”–which to me means that I don’t have to work my ass off scrubbing the walls and such in hopes of getting our deposit back. THREE CHEERS.
I hope you are all having a lovely Friday and that your weekend is full of exciting plans that don’t include tape, cardboard, or sharpies.