It’s moving day once again! Well, tomorrow is moving day. Aaron is on his way over with a borrowed pickup truck to load up the last of his possessions.
I think that one of the only reasons I am okay with all of this is that I am getting my own place. My own space with no one else’s mess. I am 30 years old (meep!) and I have never lived alone. I’m actually really excited about this!
I hate my old apartment. I have been living with bugs and our neighbor’s cigarette stink for 6 months. I am ready to go, go, go!
My new place has a giant balcony overlooking some very dense forest and Stanford Stadium is in the distance. There is a huge bedroom with a closet that is almost the size of my old apartment. The office is a very nice size and has the balcony with a sliding door. The living room is smallish, but big enough for my purposes. There is a lovely kitchen with really nice cabinets and stainless steel appliances and granite countertops. It’s all very lovely! Pictures to come.
The only issue I really have is that it is on the top floor. I actually kind of really like that it’s on the top floor, except for the moving bit. I am kind of dreading hauling all of my heavy stuff up three flights of stairs!
Aaron is coming tonight to get the rest of his stuff, like I said. Then after loading up all his stuff (washer, dryer, bed, desk, tons of boxes, etc) he is driving back to Atlanta and unloading it (by himself?) and then driving back in the morning to help me move around 9 am. Wee! It is 11pm now, and he hasn’t shown up yet. I am starting to wonder how it is all going to work out.
There is nothing I can really do about any of it, so I am just going to assume it’s fine.