The switch finally happened and the lingering anxiety is gone. It took a trip home for everything to finally settle in. I’m moving back! YAY!
I start my new/old job in FIVE days. Five. That’s it. Five days from now I’ll be wrapping up my 3rd first day with my new/old boss and super awesome co-workers. I can’t wait.
This time is slightly unique, though, because it’s the first time that I’m starting the job as a new hire. That part feels foreign to me. It’s weird not already having security access and to not already have the pee test, finger prints and background check done. It’s weird only having a general idea of where my new office is going to be because they moved since last time I worked there. It’s weird that my office won’t in that one building anymore… where it always was. I can’t wait.
But I’m excited for the change of pace. I’m excited to actually have things to do, besides the busy work I dig up. I’m excited to actually use my skills & education instead of feeling like my brains are slowly turning into mush. Did I mention I can’t wait?
I found an apartment. One I really, really love. It’s the upper apartment of an old house. It has an amazing entry way, hardwood floors throughout, wide molding, and other super cool details that I can’t quite remember the name of. I’m sure my sister or my brother-in-law will remind me when I show them pictures.
Amazingly enough, the walls are already painted to match most of my decor that’s been in storage for 5 1/2 years. There are also 3 bedrooms. THREE. I’m moving from a teeny tiny hut of a house to a beautiful apartment with all the stuff I love. And three bedrooms! I get to designate a room each for gaming and crafting while still having a bedroom and living room… all while not being forced to stuff it in the space of a refrigerator box! You can’t tell I’m excited, can you?
I’ll be staying with my most amazing friend and her kids for a couple of weeks since the apartment isn’t going to be ready until 4/1. I’m in a bit of a holding pattern with the move until then. I don’t want to move anything out of my current place, up to my friend’s, only to move it again a few weeks later. I can’t keep packing because I officially ran out of space to put boxes. I have so much stuff. It’s going to prolong my official move-out date by a couple of weeks but it is what it is. At least I have my own place.
Since my move-in date for the apartment is in the middle of my work week and I’m so excited about the fact that I’m going to have my own place… I’m not even going to wait for my stuff to get moved up there before I start staying there. Air mattress and paper plates, people!
I did think about this a little. You know, about the stuff that actually would be useful for me to have in the apartment until everything else gets there. I’ll probably haul up my bookshelf, clothes, & pots/pans/miscellaneous kitchen gadgets, too… whatever I can squeeze into my car on my trip back north that weekend. My poor Prius is going to be packed! I realize a dresser would be a lot more useful than a bookshelf but I have to move the bookshelf to get to the dresser then move the bookshelf back into the bedroom because… no space. So, to simplify because I’m lazy, the bookshelf heads up first.
Happy sighs. The new chapter is starting soon. Did I mention I can’t wait?