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January 24, 2008 in the early afternoon | 
Home is where the heart is, Personal stuff
Woo Hoo! As of yesterday I’m done unpacking. Didn’t I say I’d get it done in record time? I couldn’t not. Having boxes everywhere drives me crazy. I’m waiting for Brandon to build his desk, though, so there are still a few boxes left, but I’ve tucked them away so I don’t have to look at them.
I STILL haven’t gotten a refund for my damn sofa that wouldn’t fit, so I just ordered a less expensive sofa this time so I’d be under my credit limit. Since it’s less expensive I might get the matching chair and ottoman, but I definitely have to wait for the refund first and also to see if there is even room for a sofa and a chair. I’m hoping there is, because I’d like to have the chair. At least the new sofa will fit through the front hall, I measured to make sure. It’ll be here by next Tuesday. Brandon should have had time to set up his desk by then, so we should be totally done by next Tuesday.
January 21, 2008 just before lunchtime | Personal stuff, The Days of my Life
Seriously, it needs to be over. There is one word that describes the last week of my life. Miserable. Completely. Freaking. Miserable. And no, it’s still not over.
We’ve made a trip from Orlando to Jacksonville or vice versa almost every single day since last Sunday and we still have to go down there one last time today. We had planned to just go Sunday, Tuesday and Thursday, but things never work out like you plan.
January 14, 2008 in the early afternoon | Home is where the heart is, Personal stuff
Well, yesterday was our official move-in and as expected it sucked. Lugging a car load of shit up the stairs to our new apartment about killed us, so I don’t know how we’ll be feeling on Thursday when we have a u-haul full of heavy furniture. But we were able to fit a surprising amount in our car (thanks to fold down rear seats, I love our car!). We’re trying to take the heaviest stuff in the smaller loads so that we won’t kill ourselves on Thursday. We’re doing another car load on Tuesday including two of the cats. Then we’re picking up the u-haul on Thursday and taking the rest and last cat (shh, the new apartment management thinks we only have two). We STILL have to come back here on Saturday to clean the shit out of this apartment or they are going to charge us an arm and a leg. That makes 4 trips in one week. It’s only two hours (one way), but I’m already tired of the damn drive.
I just want this to be OVER. I still have so much packing to do, though. And boxes are freaking expensive! We’ve never had to buy boxes before because my boyfriend used to work at a store and we could take the old boxes their products were delivered in. We brought up all our books and I literally dumped them out on the middle of the floor so that we could bring the boxes back and reuse them. It’s going to suck having to pick up and reorganize my books, but I am NOT paying hundreds of dollars for some damn cardboard. It’s ridiculous. I brought the rest of the stuff in old Target bags. I knew there was a reason I was keeping those.
January 7, 2008 mid-afternoon | Home is where the heart is, Personal stuff
I can’t believe how fast this is happening. We drove up there yesterday and signed the papers for our new apartment. It’s about 50 times nicer than our current place (skylights, wood floors, nicer carpet, screened porch, fireplace, more cabinets and closets), though in some ways not as nice (no icemaker, horrible ’70s looking light fixtures, smaller bathroom, cramped kitchen, no ceiling fans). I hope we’ll like it there, but if not we only have to be there for a year. The management there seem nice and competent. I cannot even begin to tell you the shit our current apartment management has put us through, so it will nice to get away from those idiots.
We’re “moving in” next Sunday, but not really. Our plan is to take up one load in the car that day, then we will take another load on Tuesday and then on Thursday we will rent a u-haul and take the rest. Since my boyfriend will be doing most of the heavy lifting (and lugging it up to our 2nd floor apartment), he doesn’t want to kill himself doing it all in one day, which I don’t blame him for.
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