Oct 01, 2009 08:01
So, we both move into our new apartments next week. I'm excited and anxious. I feel that no matter how much I pack, there is always more. I've been donating a lot to libraries, the vets, my family, etc. I just want to get the keys and get some of the crap out of here. Next Sunday is my furniture move out day. I probably won't get Blah till Monday. We have to be completely out by the end of the day on the 14th.
Nick and I had to get referrals from our landlord, and he told the people that called that we are the best tenants that he has ever had and that he will be sad to see us go. Our upstairs neighbors told us that they're going to miss us too. They told us we were good neighbors.
Eric, Nick, Brian, my sister, my mom, and my dad are going to help me move. I told my parents they are not allowed to lift anything. I just expect my dad to drive the truck, and my mom to help tetrus the boxes around since she is so good at that. I'm going to start bringing boxes out on Monday or Tuesday, whichever day I get my keys.
I have been incredibly busy at work. Strangely everyone has been nice to me and probably realize that I'm not some cruel heartless bitch. I just take some time to warm up to people and I try to maintain professionalism.
Things actually seem to be going my way. I feel really good about all this change. I always liked change anyway. I feel that I am really happy that I am not settling with Nick or anyone else that I could have. It's so easy to fall into those patterns and sometimes we ignore feelings because we care so much about another person. This is a good thing, and Nick feels the same way.
Onward I go into October and my new life.