X-posted: Thoughts on moving.

Things are getting hectic, with the move in two days.  I keep finding myself not wanting to pack certain things, because I’ll need them.  Need them when??  It’s not sinking in yet that I won’t be sleeping here in two nights, and that everything I own will be surrounded by new walls.  I’ve been here five years, and I leave with a heavy heart, though so excited for the next step I can hardly wait.

I have my comforts here, my soft living room with the candles and perfect lighting.  My back porch where I sneak cigarettes.  My beautiful purple bathroom.  It’s so silly, because these are all things I can bring with me and make even more beautiful in the new place.  I know when I leave, I will be so relieved to be out of this house, as I am every time I move out of here.  Part of me is afraid that the city will be too loud for me.  Isn’t that silly?  I will miss my cats.

But today. . .hmm, today I went and bought things for our new bathroom, which fulfills me in ways I always forget about until it comes time to buy that stuff again.  I’m domesticated in minor ways, where I find great pleasure in an unopened bar of soap or heart-shaped baking pans.  I’m also a hippie in many ways, loving the smell of incense and beads hanging in the doorways.  There’s this strong adult in me as well, the Pottery Barn loving classy girl who needs an entryway table.  Yet, it takes all of my will power to not put posters up of my favorite bands and have beer bottle salt and pepper shakers.

How on earth will I combine all these personalities, meanwhile blending with the solid nature of Luke?  It’s partially those moments, when we choose to go with blue or brown for the bathroom, that I look forward to.  Facing those challenges (and much more important ones) is part of the excitement of moving in together.  And having someone to remove all spiders is pretty great too.

Meaningless things carry much weight with me.  I’m equally terrified and thrilled at the prospect of having a change jar for laundry.   You mean, I have to pay for clean clothes?

I’m really just a little girl still, kind of afraid of being an adult.

Thank you blog gods. Blods.

We got the apartment!!  I’m so excited.  I think fate had a heavy, heavy hand in this one, as it was the ONLY place we looked at and there were a lot of threads that had to be spun just so. . .

So for the first time in my life, I’ll be living in the city!  I’m sure it will be a big change, but one that I’m really looking forward to, and I’ll be living with my amazing boyfriend, which makes everything that much better.  We got a two bedroom with big fat rooms and little quirks and chair molding and one of those old bathtubs!  It has huge windows and a master bedroom the size of my living room.  The only thing missing is a backyard with room for my tomato plant, but we’re one minute away from a community garden, so that problem’s solved!  There’s a huge playground a block away, and my business partner is just as close.  It’s right by the REI building on Eastlake Avenue, for you locals.

We’ll be having a housewarming party eventually, after we get the furniture in to make sure we can fit people. 

 

The building was built in 1907.  It’s old and kinda dingy and has a shitty kitchen, and I think I’m in love.

Cross your fingers!!

I’m all anxious inside right now, waiting for the phone to ring to see if we got the apartment we want!

Oh yeah, we’re moving in together, my sexy man and I (and of course Audrey).

This was the first apartment we even looked at, and I love it. Luke “like like’s” it, which means he’s pretty much happy with anything, and this place is close to where he wants to work. The landlord has taken a particular liking to us, and is jumping through hoop after hoop to get us in there. Only one more phone call remains to be made, and my head is spinning waiting for the answer!

So send all those hippie vibes or positive energy bolts or whatever the hell it is the power of a blog creates

Thank you!!

xoxo