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August 25, 2009
Moved. Again.
I'm through with apartment living.
Sharing walls and ceilings and floors has grown old. I tired of it in college and I tried to put up with it in "real life." But when I can rent--for the same price as my tiny one-bedroom apartment in a strip mall--a house in a semi-rural area with 3 bedrooms, 1.5 bathrooms, living room, kitchen, storage space, basement, and 2 covered porches, how could I not give up apartment living?
I had searched for a new place to live for nearly six months. Honestly, I had given up hope of finding a dog-friendly place I could afford in a place I wouldn't mind living. I just didn't think it was possible. Then along came the prospect of my new home--too good to be true. No. Just right.
I moved on Saturday. I had asked my brother Caleb to come do some heavy lifting. Later that week my sister called and offered her help. Then when I talked to my mom about some covers for my furniture, she said my other brother was coming along to help. My crew was assembled.
I had already begun packing and moving things to the new place. With so much space, I had to plan in advance for things like window coverings, rugs, and furniture. (I have 13 windows!)
Living in transit is annoying, though. Having belongings at two addresses is not a way to simplify one's life. Moving became the pinnacle of summer.
My siblings showed up right on time. We were carrying things down the stairs, loading cars. I opened the door to carry out a box of pots and pans, and there was my grandma. I hadn't asked her to come, but she and my grandfather showed up. "We thought you might need a little help," grandma said. Those two are so good. I can't begin to explain how much I love them.
With all my family's help, I got moved without incident. It was great. My dog and I are settling into my new house now. Trixie likes the space, I think, since this is more room than she's ever had. I put puppy beds in several rooms so she feels like she has a place of her own despite all the other stuff.
My rooms aren't quite bare, but they're lacking the character that comes with that "lived in" feeling my house doesn't have yet. It'll get there, though. Slowly. It's funny, though, because I see things I need or will eventually want and I think, Oh I should get that. But I don't. Because I know I have time and I can get it later. I think I'm just excited... :-) This was my fifth move since graduating in 2007, and hopefully my last one for awhile.
Posted by KarissaKilgore at August 25, 2009 6:54 PM