moving on up … to a sensible, moderately priced apartment in the sky-high-high
Amazon cart shows evidence of my impending move.
No matter that my househunty plans are on hold, or that the landmine field called the holidays are here, I’m completely stoked about my apartment.
I’m not moving in for three weeks but I’m crushing hard, imagining our cozy little lives together, running through fields of daisies, hand in hand. I’m also feeling lust in my soul, thinking of the four (FOUR) huge closets, oh you sexy storage. This place is just right, not fancy nor shabby, full of character (icebox intact!), location almost perfect.
3.5 years of living in a sprawling dump-ish house, 6 years before that in an okay apartment in a blah part of town — now, this. Now I get this! I deserve this!
I am excited to enter the new year — freshly single, be-homed, full of plans for the future, near and far.