This has been a long time coming. We started working on moving out in May, and finally clinched it only about one month ago. In that time, we’ve switched leases a few times (and began paying more to stay where we were), nearly lost the apartment we were staying in (due to a miscommunication), and switched out one of the trio of housemates (for the better, I am sure).
It’s certainly been a trip. To be honest, as I write this we are still in the process of leaving the old apartment. This is our first unassisted move (the last time, our first move at all, we had the help of one of the parents), and it has taken us some time indeed to move all of our belongings to the new place. I finally got my bed frame here last night (Though my mattress and I have been sleeping here for over a week). Perhaps that’s why I felt the need to write this now.
This move marks a new chapter in my life. I am leaving behind an apartment that, to be honest, was actually pretty hard to live in: I was sharing a room with someone, the other two people didn’t get along at all, and well… It was small and fairly unmaintained. We chose it because of a deadline which forced our hand: We needed a place to live, and now, or we would effectively be homeless. So, we chose a place that was cheap and livable, with no other criteria involved.
All of those problems were addressed with the new place. We had a long list of things we wanted to have: A gas range, a large maintenance crew, a larger bathroom, a better kitchen, on the second floor. We took our time, rejected a few places, and finally found one that we liked enough to commit to for now.Categories: life
Tags: personal  first  moving