Honestly, I'm taking this better than even I expected. Maybe it's because of these crazy past couple of years. Truth be told I hate this apartment. It wasn't bad at first when it was the flight from Frank. But it's been grating. It will be nice to be able to shower, even when it rains.
And maybe I'm getting a little too good at this. I've already (almost) got another place that I can move into within a week. Nice two bedroom, utilities included. Fridge. Stove. Dishwasher (what is this water box you put dirty dishes in?). Garbage disposal. Balcony. A little further from work (though not as far as Frankfort was), and a little more expensive (though not as expensive as Chicago). Maybe the price will help - get my lazy butt motivated to really throw myself into the job search. Once I move in, it can be really awesome. Also, after talking to the manager for a good hour or so, I really like their staff.
My living room is already torn up, organized into box-groups. Once I get boxes, all I gotta do is toss my crap in. And I'm thinking: not so much with the big clean-up. Number 1 priority is getting everything out. Bleh. I'm so not intrested in packing/moving/unpacking all over again. But...there are some great things to come.
Weird. I'm actually kinda excited.
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