[p.s. the beer box has drinking glasses in it, since it came with these handy little inserts to hold them in place and hopefully keep them from shattering everywhere. just so you know. we’re not wasting valuable moving trailer space on cases of cerveza ;)]
Okay, so here’s the latest on the apartment saga (because I know you are all riveted): the place that I thought I’d found fell through. I did the application, paid the fees…and then got a call the next day that “Ohhhh…well, it looks like somebody else has already taken it…”
I’m not going to lie, I dissolved into tears right there on the phone.
Later, Silas asked me if I had asked the leasing specialist if they had any other options for us and I was like, “No, I was CRYING TOO MUCH TO TALK TO HER.”
Anyway. So I once again started searching around, calling places…and on Sunday morning, one of them called me back! They had a 3 bedroom (a 3 bedroom!!! thus far we’d only looked at 2 bedrooms) in [the upper upper end of] our price range, and it was available right now. So we went to view it, and medium story short, if everything goes smoothly we should start moving in this week!
Even though this place isn’t nearly as nice as the one we almost got, I had a really good feeling as soon as we arrived yesterday. It feels comfortable, quiet, safe…and right. So, fingers crossed. (And I’m sure your fingers are all crossed just because you’re sick of reading about my moving drama.)
So now I’m drowning in lists…I need to get a new driver’s license (after 3 years in Arizona…it’s time. I still have my Utah one that I got when I was 19 and it expires next week), cancel utilities at the house, set up utilities at the new apartment, return my pile of library books (but not before I write down all the titles so I can check them out at our new library, wherever it may be), etc etc.
Moving always inspires me. (Fun fact: this is our 7th move since we got married almost 6 years ago.) I succumb to the arrival fallacy and think that everything is going to be so much better with a fresh start. I start making all these plans–I’m finally going to have daily, weekly, and monthly chore schedules, meal plans, scheduled learning time with the boys every day, we’re going to cut out all screen time completely (ha!)…basically, I’m going to be amazing and on top of everything. Even though I haven’t managed to do any of that for the last 6 years, moving to a new place will bestow upon me great powers of organization and motivation!
I know from past experience that most of these plans won’t stick, but that doesn’t stop me from making them. Right now I’m in the beginning stages of drafting up a loose curriculum for homeschool (which I’m hoping to start with the boys this year…they both have late birthdays so I’m going to hold off on starting them in Kindergarten, which gives us the perfect opportunity to give homeschooling a shot). And any of you who know me in real life are probably laughing your asses off that I am going to attempt homeschooling. But hush yourselves and let me try.
I am also planning to make quiet time bins for Tesla, since he is moving away from taking naps (but I still needneedneed them), as well as chore lists for myself and the boys, a morning and evening routine chart, a flexible weekly meal plan…
Silas just shakes his head when I go through these phases, but I think by now he has learned to just sit back and watch. You see, when I’m on, I am ON. But these spurts of brilliance and energy are usually short-lived. I realize this, but I guess I hope that if I draft up some loose routines, they will be able to carry me through the times when I’m…less able.
So here’s to dreaming and planning and schedules and routines and order and cleanliness. Here’s to new beginnings.
What gives you the “must improve everything right now” bug? Is it strictly relegated to December 31sts and major life changes or do you get antsy with the change of seasons?