Well, I’m still not done moving yet. Most of my furniture has made it over to my new house, but few of my belongings did. Somehow we got all the furniture out with no stuff, and I really never even packed anything. What I have at the house just.. got up and walked there I guess. Every day I think, “Ok, I’m going to the apartment today to get my stuff, and get this overwith finally.” But every day I find something better to do. Like buy a new camera and take 90 pictures of my dog.
Everything was going to get taken care of today while I was work but there was a change in plans because someone (Paul) decided to go and get the flu instead. Bummer. I’ve got 2 more days to get this shit taken care of already before my lease officially ends. For a few hours the other night I was feeling down about leaving my apartment which seems absolutely ridiculous considering I spent every second I was there bitching about how miserable I was, how much I “HATE THIS APARTMENT!!!!” It’s not that I will miss it, at all. I won’t miss my crazy neighbors, I sure as hell won’t miss the loud ones, and I will not miss lugging all my shit up and down a flight of stairs everytime I have to go somewhere.
I just get so attached so easily, and considering how abrupltly I moved (I never really set a date.. it just ended up happening) I think it threw me off a little. There was never a final night in my apartment, we just left. Everytime I go back as I pull through the parking lot I get all excited, thinking “I get to see Lola Bean!!!” but then I realize she’s not there cos that’s not home anymore. That is definitely a weird feeling.
Fuck that apartment. 
March 30th, 2007 at 6:37 am
Good luck with the rest of the move! I’m kind of afraid to have to move out for college. What a change. but at least I don’t have to come back to this stupid town again.
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