My hubby and I have been wanting to move for most of the three years we've lived in this apartment. There were always practical concerns that prevented us. Could we afford it? Did we have time to go apartment hunting? Did we really want to pack up all our stuff? (I'm very averse to moving in general)
Last month we experienced an event at our apartment complex that scared the bejesus out of us. We no longer felt safe. We felt that our home had been violated (not our particular apartment, but the complex in general). So all of a sudden, those questions I posed above didn't seem to matter much. We were moving. After searching and coming up relatively empty-handed in our neighborhood of choice, I responded to a Craigslist ad and we went to see an apartment in an entirely different neighborhood. A neighborhood we hadn't really considered before. As soon as we walked through the front door, we loved the apartment. And we're moving into said apartment a week from today!
This is what Rosie thinks about us moving:
Actually, he really liked that couch, but we sold it. We've managed to fill our rather large apartment after three years, and since our new apartment is a bit smaller, we decided it was time to get rid of things. I'm heading over to Goodwill later to donate some of our stuff that we don't need. And then I'm going to buy some necessary ingredients for gingerbread cookies. Because as soon as we get into our new apartment, we're baking, decorating and eating gingerbread cookies while we watch Gargoyles. Yup, we're kinda strange like that.
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