Status report
Sitting here in the Chick-Fil-A, trying to bump a bad motivator circuit into functioning so I can go out and drive tonight...
I am still looking for someplace to move to here in Las Vegas. My choices boil down to paying $700+ for an apartment half the size of the one I'm living in (filling out a ream of paperwork + paying an application fee into the bargain) or paying $550-$700 for much larger apartments & town homes & condos which are either way the hell out in the boonies or in somewhat questionable parts of Las Vegas & North Las Vegas; unfortunately the latter require my realtors to touch base with their realtors, and mine have been failing at the communications thing. If I don't hear from either of them by Monday I think I'm just going to walk into a Century 21 or Remax office and just grab the first realtor I can find. I want to get this over with and find someplace to move all my shit.
A lot of my shit is going in the garbage. I've accumulated an appalling amount of garbage and useless crap in the last 3.5 years here, and it is all going out, two or three bags at a time. This is actually helping improve my dark mood, just like The Life-Changing Manga Of Tidying Up said it would. I still have a shoal of empty boxes, papers, and miscellaneous stuff around my desk, but I will set aside a few hours next week to get that sorted.
Books and other media (but mostly books) are finding their way into boxes. I am confident that I'll have everything packed up and ready to haul away by the end of the month.
I am still looking for someplace to move to here in Las Vegas. My choices boil down to paying $700+ for an apartment half the size of the one I'm living in (filling out a ream of paperwork + paying an application fee into the bargain) or paying $550-$700 for much larger apartments & town homes & condos which are either way the hell out in the boonies or in somewhat questionable parts of Las Vegas & North Las Vegas; unfortunately the latter require my realtors to touch base with their realtors, and mine have been failing at the communications thing. If I don't hear from either of them by Monday I think I'm just going to walk into a Century 21 or Remax office and just grab the first realtor I can find. I want to get this over with and find someplace to move all my shit.
A lot of my shit is going in the garbage. I've accumulated an appalling amount of garbage and useless crap in the last 3.5 years here, and it is all going out, two or three bags at a time. This is actually helping improve my dark mood, just like The Life-Changing Manga Of Tidying Up said it would. I still have a shoal of empty boxes, papers, and miscellaneous stuff around my desk, but I will set aside a few hours next week to get that sorted.
Books and other media (but mostly books) are finding their way into boxes. I am confident that I'll have everything packed up and ready to haul away by the end of the month.