
The husband and I are moving to a new apartment this weekend. We signed the lease, put down the deposit and got the keys tonight. There’s still quite a bit of packing and cleaning to do. Who am I kidding? All of it needs to be done. Our lease is up on the 4th, so we have until then to get our shit out of here and clean the apartment decently so we can get some, if not most, of our deposit back.

I’m quite pleased with our new apartment. There are wall units for the A/C instead of the centralized we have now, but that’s totally fine with me. We’re on the 1st floor, as you can see. Our patio is a good size, we don’t face a parking lot or major street and I’m praying that our upstairs neighbors don’t have two rambunctious kids and a piano…
I finally started sorting through the massiveness that is our clothes hoard. Donate, trash and everything else. The husband can deal with his clothes… I have enough of my own to take care of. I packed up the guest bathroom and cleaned the shower/tub. I have the two fabric shower curtains in the wash right now just to spruce them up for the new apartment.
The somewhat fortunate thing is most of our stuff is already in boxes and totes, but there’s no rhyme or reason to it. We still just didn’t have any place to put most of it since our larger furniture is still in storage. I’ll be fucked if I don’t get that shit in the next 6 months … I MUST! I’m definitely tired of living like a poor college bachelor. But hey, if you need a place to crash, we do have an extra bed!
I definitely want to make this apartment HOMEY. I want to really enjoy it. I’ve prevented myself from doing too much because I keep expecting a move. I did put up some pictures and such at our current apartment, but it didn’t actually help in the making it “ours” part. Just some shit put up on the walls. I want some of my friend, Nessa‘s, photography to hang up on my walls. She takes beautiful photos. Her art is pretty great, too. WANT!!







