Well, things are starting to come together as we get closer to our departure date. I'll admit, I was getting a bit worried, and there are still a couple financial things I need to deal with before I can leave here, but I'm trying to think positive, and hope it will all get sorted out asap.
I recently traded my good friend Mabel the Ford Focus for a Ford F150, and that same week, we found a camper that our pocket books and the new truck can handle and will meet our needs for the time being. We are going to give notice at our apartment on September 1st, and as of October we will be living in a friends yard in our camper. We are hoping to be gone shortly after Halloween.
The apartment is getting to be pretty sparse. The rest of the furniture will all be gone in the next week, and we have been spending a lot of time sorting, selling, organizing and throwing out items. I must admit, seeing the apartment in the state it is in now saddens me. I've never felt "at home" in any place I have ever lived in, until I moved in here with Smyrish and Das Piper. This apartment has many many memories, good and bad, since before I became the new roommate in a long line of roommates this place has housed over the past eight years.
This apartment has seen its share of laughter and tears, fist fights and sexy times. It's seen us through dinner parties, clothing swaps, and countless visitors who just needed a couch to sleep on, and a shoulder to cry on. I was here when I learned that my dad had died, and was given a bed to lay on and cry until morning. This was my first home with my husband, and we made it our own once we had it to ourselves. Our neighbors and caretakers are a bunch of characters that deserve their own sitcom, and the neighborhood is my favorite in this entire city.
Moving will be bittersweet for me. I want to go, I need the change of scenery, but I'll be bawling my eyes out when we close the door for good next month.