Packing

Okay. So. It's confession time. I know, I know. I've only written one post and I'm already full of confessions? All I'm gonna say is...I'll likely be having a lot of confessions, so get used to it.

So. Confession of the day: I hate cleaning.

No really. I hate it. It honestly doesn't bother me too much if the dishes aren't done at the end of the day. I perpetually have a pile of clothes in my bedroom waiting to be hung back up eventually be thrown in the clothes hamper after being rejected as a possible work outfit for the day. I leave travel coffee cups in my car much longer than is hygienically acceptable. Let's face it: I'm gross.

So. Pair that laziness with the daunting task of packing up your entire apartment and you'll see what we have going on here: a situation. If it were a math equation, it would pretty much go like this:

Laziness + Packing = Meltdown

If I were a normal person, I would see packing as theraputic. A chance to go through my belongings and purge. A chance to re-organize my life and decide what's important to me. A chance to start over. A chance to sniff that delicious Sharpie smell as I label my boxes (okay, maybe not that last one). But sadly, no. Sadly, see packing as something analogous to going to the dentist---extremely necessary, but really hard to find the motivation to do.

So. Here we stand--about 30 days from Move-In Day, and all we've managed to pack is the contents of one bookshelf.

Sheesh. This could be a long month...

The Place!

Let’s start at the very beginning—a very good place to start, according to the Sound of Music.
We’ve been looking for a house for a long time. A LONG time. We fell in love with a house, offered on it 3 separate times, and it finally fell through, taking with it almost a year of our life (not to mention all our hopes and dreams. We loved this house. We may have been SLIGHTLY too emotionally attached to it, but that’s for another post. Suffice to say, we were depressed).
Then, out of the blue, a house pops on the market. It’s beautiful. REALLY beautiful. It’s in our price range. It’s in our preferred neighborhood. It has my dream kitchen. We immediately scheduled an appointment to see it. My heart was on pins and needles. I kept waiting for the catch—the fatal flaw that was going to make this house an impossibility for us, just like the other 75 houses we’d seen.
But it never came. We offered on the house and within 2 or 3 days we had an accepted contract. I was still on pins and needles, though, waiting for the home inspection. I expected an expensive fix to be necessary, and we couldn’t afford any expensive fixes.
But it never came. Things have been progressing smoothly, and if nothing goes wrong, we should be in the house by March 23rd!
So, without further adeiu, say hello to our Park Place abode: