Shift
It feels like months since I last posted an entry.
This weekend was the big move and boy was it a hassle! I didn't realize I could fit SO MUCH into a one bedroom apartment. I am not sure whether to be proud of that or disgusted. Part of me was really happy to throw away a ton of stuff, the other part of me was ashamed of trying to keep things I clearly didn't need anymore.
I miss our old apartment.
I am not going to lie, I LOVE our new place. It's so big and I can have all the pets (oh, wait for the stories).
I finally have a NEW sofa and it's red to toot. It has been one of my must haves since I was looking to move out of my parents home. I finally have a living room that matches with a pretty tv stand and a NEW dining set that wasn't handed down from a previous owner. It feels so good to be able to buy the things that make us happy. It sounds really material-ish to say that, but ALL my life I have had hand-me-downs; my clothes from my sister, toys from my sister... heck, even the old dining set was hers! I have never turned my nose at it either; snobs are not my deal. But for once in my life, it feels good to know that what I have is brand new. I have to give my husband a lot of credit for keeping me on track. I was >thisclose< to getting a new bedroom set because it was on sale, but he said no because it would've required we get store credit for it since we bought the sofa and dining set with cash. He's right. Our new leaf is to only buy with what we have on hand and use my frugal mindset to find great deals (which is how we ended up with a new sofa and dining set). One thing I know how to do is find sales and I am not ashamed to share how much I SAVED instead of how much I spent. The latter is trashy. I am excited to start making our new place a home.
But I still miss the old apartment.
The Casa Grande Apartment taught me so many valuable life lessons.
I learned to be completely independent; living on my own, paying all my bills, managing my finances and doing things on my own. I was always alone; grocery shopping, dining, going to the mall etc. and it didn't bother me. I would cook for one and watch movies by myself. It was a growing moment in my life and I am so thankful for it.
It saw the end of one meaningful relationship and the start of a new life.
James and I shared our first kiss in that apartment. It was a place we could walk out to, look up and see the fireworks from Disneyland. It was the first place I shared with another man and called home. He proposed to me in our kitchen and it's where we came to be husband and wife.
It was our first place.
I can complain about how it was tiny, in a non-glorified part of Anaheim/OC, not so pretty and how it was noisy towards the end- but it was home. My home, paid for and maintained from my own hard work. That, I will FOREVER be thankful for. I got my full deposit back! WOOHOO! But I do have to go back to clean the garage and one window... yeah, 1 window LOL
Now, the moving: Can you say stressful? I think I was sweating all day yesterday. I also have been functioning on sleep of 4-6 hours since Thursday. Last night was the worst, Shadow couldn't shut up to save my life so we could sleep and I accidently left my car out in 'taken spot' and was woken up at 2am by 3 people at my door. Ugh. I also have yet to go to the post office to get our mail key. I cannot wait to just get settled in already. Both James and I are just functioning robots and we're anxious to get back to being us. Our non-cranky, non-tired, non-stressed, all love, disgustingly happy/sappy us.
Work is chaos. It seems as though the days I decide to leave early, are days when disaster strikes and everyone goes bonkers. Today has not been fun.
I need to get back to finishing lunch at 3:30pm... yeah.
This weekend was the big move and boy was it a hassle! I didn't realize I could fit SO MUCH into a one bedroom apartment. I am not sure whether to be proud of that or disgusted. Part of me was really happy to throw away a ton of stuff, the other part of me was ashamed of trying to keep things I clearly didn't need anymore.
I miss our old apartment.
I am not going to lie, I LOVE our new place. It's so big and I can have all the pets (oh, wait for the stories).
I finally have a NEW sofa and it's red to toot. It has been one of my must haves since I was looking to move out of my parents home. I finally have a living room that matches with a pretty tv stand and a NEW dining set that wasn't handed down from a previous owner. It feels so good to be able to buy the things that make us happy. It sounds really material-ish to say that, but ALL my life I have had hand-me-downs; my clothes from my sister, toys from my sister... heck, even the old dining set was hers! I have never turned my nose at it either; snobs are not my deal. But for once in my life, it feels good to know that what I have is brand new. I have to give my husband a lot of credit for keeping me on track. I was >thisclose< to getting a new bedroom set because it was on sale, but he said no because it would've required we get store credit for it since we bought the sofa and dining set with cash. He's right. Our new leaf is to only buy with what we have on hand and use my frugal mindset to find great deals (which is how we ended up with a new sofa and dining set). One thing I know how to do is find sales and I am not ashamed to share how much I SAVED instead of how much I spent. The latter is trashy. I am excited to start making our new place a home.
But I still miss the old apartment.
The Casa Grande Apartment taught me so many valuable life lessons.
I learned to be completely independent; living on my own, paying all my bills, managing my finances and doing things on my own. I was always alone; grocery shopping, dining, going to the mall etc. and it didn't bother me. I would cook for one and watch movies by myself. It was a growing moment in my life and I am so thankful for it.
It saw the end of one meaningful relationship and the start of a new life.
James and I shared our first kiss in that apartment. It was a place we could walk out to, look up and see the fireworks from Disneyland. It was the first place I shared with another man and called home. He proposed to me in our kitchen and it's where we came to be husband and wife.
It was our first place.
I can complain about how it was tiny, in a non-glorified part of Anaheim/OC, not so pretty and how it was noisy towards the end- but it was home. My home, paid for and maintained from my own hard work. That, I will FOREVER be thankful for. I got my full deposit back! WOOHOO! But I do have to go back to clean the garage and one window... yeah, 1 window LOL
Now, the moving: Can you say stressful? I think I was sweating all day yesterday. I also have been functioning on sleep of 4-6 hours since Thursday. Last night was the worst, Shadow couldn't shut up to save my life so we could sleep and I accidently left my car out in 'taken spot' and was woken up at 2am by 3 people at my door. Ugh. I also have yet to go to the post office to get our mail key. I cannot wait to just get settled in already. Both James and I are just functioning robots and we're anxious to get back to being us. Our non-cranky, non-tired, non-stressed, all love, disgustingly happy/sappy us.
Work is chaos. It seems as though the days I decide to leave early, are days when disaster strikes and everyone goes bonkers. Today has not been fun.
I need to get back to finishing lunch at 3:30pm... yeah.