This whole last week has been pure insanity.
Moving sucks.
I didn't have any help, other than the moving company who sent two guys.
Let me back up a moment.
Tuesday was as normal as it could be. Steve was in a mood, of course, as he realized I was actually leaving.
I had to sign my lease and pick up keys at 8:15am. This would give me enough time to get there, sign, do the welcome stuff and be back to the house by 9am to meet the movers.
They arrived just about on time and I was ready to rock and roll.
While the movers got all the large pieces and boxes I had packed, I went to work packing up my truck with all the miscellaneous items I had around.
We were packed up and headed to my new place around 11am.
Unpacking went rather quickly and before I knew it, I was standing in my new apartment, surrounded by boxes and filled with hope.
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| I've never lived in anything brand new. |
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| This kitchen, you guys! It's not big, but it's gorgeous. |
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| Wiener checking things out. She's not the biggest fan of walks. |
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| I left all of my home decor at Steve's house. I picked up a couple of things because I just needed it. I'll grab the rest of my stuff in the next day or so. |
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| My very first Instacart order. |
It's been a long-ass day and I'm exhausted.
The dicotomy of feelings is unreal. Extreme sadness coupled with extreme feelings of hope.
Here's to the next chapter. Things can only go up from here. 💖
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