It has been a very busy and eventful week for me and I knew this day would come but to be honest, it’s a little sooner than I had anticipated. I’m moving out of the tiny apartment.
No more tiny kitchen or fresh rain coat yellow paint. No more random chalkboards or Buddha fireplace. No more bay windows flooding the living room with light in the morning. But most importantly, no more tip-toeing. I’ve got less than two weeks now to find a place, see it, apply, be accepted and move.
And can I just add that this process is difficult? It’s even more difficult to be denied, especially if you really wanted it, because of the darn cat. I’ve been reminded this week of how much I’ve grown to love that hunk of trouble (kitty kitty cocoa puff) and can’t imagine leaving him behind. We are in it for the long haul, folks.
It’s also difficult to let some walls down and let my relationship with the beau happen. We’ve been discussing this together all week and are thinking about combining resources this time around. Hopefully this will get us a space that is not only pleasant, but big enough for the two of us. Don’t get me wrong, we’re both sad to leave the tiny apartment, we’re just excited at what’s possibly out there for us. This is our first big financial move together and although it makes me nervous, I’m being smart and not putting myself into a situation that I wouldn’t be able to support gosh forbid. But we don’t like talking about the what-ifs. Buuuuut they’re covered.
I’m thankful for every single person that’s reached out to us with phone numbers, ads/listings, and suggestions; it has been a big help! I promise to make some vegan goodies and spread them with cheer to all of you, once I find a new kitchen to settle into.
And I apologize for the lack of posting- it’s difficult to find energy at the end of very long days. Everything will be back to normal, hopefully sooner than later.