Moving

We went to see an apartment today. (By "we," I mean the SO and I.) It's a little smaller than where we are now, but it's nicer. It's cleaner. We don't have anyone above or below us. We have about triple the closet space and cabinet space. It has a clean tub instead of a moldy shower. It is being freshly painted just for us. We still have a private entrance. We have a balcony with a pretty view. It has a flat, paved parking lot instead of dirt and gravel on a hill. He keeps it plowed in the winter, unlike our landlords now who only plow if it snows more than three inches in one shot (but it really adds up!). He allows tenants to store things in the basement and garage (extra storage space pretty much makes up for the reduction in floor space).

I hope that we are happy there. I have wanted to move out of this apartment for so long. I really hope that we are happy. In the meantime, now I have to start packing. I know that I am good at packing and can do it quickly. I just need boxes. I guess I'll call staples and office max today to see if I can get my hands on paper boxes. They are the greatest to pack in. It's going to be an exhausting couple of weeks.

I am already exhausted. I didn't really sleep again last night. I fell asleep between 5 and 6 am. I woke up again at 11 am. There's so much on my mind. I really wish I could talk about it. I wish that I could post it here, or bring it up in T. It is too big and bad and scary. It's all just way too much.

Me