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We have to be out of the house in eight days. Seven days, to be exact. We have to clean the house, and do all of that fun stuff. We're moving. We've known about this for a while, and now it's finally time to pack it all up. I don't think that it's going to take us too long; Jonathan's been working hard to have us organizing the house and removing things to our storage area for a while.
Either way, there's going to be lots of packing this weekend, I think. LOTS. We're moving into our new apartment on October 15th. We're staying with Jonathan's mom for two weeks. Pretty much EVERYTHING has to be packed in such a way that it can be stored. I figure that I'll be OK again by November, let's just say.
I'm glad we're moving though. I never really felt like the current apartment was home. Even though I only lived there for six months, I feel like the last apartment we had was more of a home than this place has been. The new place is bigger (two bedrooms) and has a washer and dryer installed. This is a huge thing for us, Jonathan especially. I'm just looking forward to having more space and being able to make the next place into a real home instead of what has always felt like a glorified dorm room. We have a nice apartment. We do. We just have no room to have my table and chairs set up. So we always eat in the living room or standing up in the kitchen. We never actually hung up a lot of pictures or anything on the walls (which I hate so much). We have no coffee table or end tables or anything like that (that's probably not going to change, unfortunately...not yet anyway). We have a new area rug for the new house, I have several fabric bins that I can use to organize all of my stuff, and I am going to be OK. I am going to be OK, even though it is going to take a lot of hard work.
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Tomorrow is my and J's anniversary. We will have been together for three years. Married for one. I'm off tomorrow and Friday, so we'll hopefully get to celebrate a little. J's mother wants us to go out to dinner as a family, as we did in celebration of our marriage. It was us, J's mother and his grandparents. Other than that we don't have any real plans.
We went ahead and had our "date" back in July when we picked up my car from Dallas. We had a lovely candlelit dinner at Ruth's Chris, complete with heart-shaped confetti on the table and a delicious, pretty dessert plate to share (compliments of the house once they learned what we were celebrating). It was lovely and sweet and romantic. Aside from the Satanist at the next table, that is.
Well. He may not have been a Satanist. He was certainly anti-Christianity and spent the entirety of his time there loudly discussing his views with his companion. Granted, it DID give J and I something to giggle about and helped make our anniversary dinner extra memorable.
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My entire right arm is killing me, from the shoulder down. So I'm stopping here because of agony. Have a lovely night!
Either way, there's going to be lots of packing this weekend, I think. LOTS. We're moving into our new apartment on October 15th. We're staying with Jonathan's mom for two weeks. Pretty much EVERYTHING has to be packed in such a way that it can be stored. I figure that I'll be OK again by November, let's just say.
I'm glad we're moving though. I never really felt like the current apartment was home. Even though I only lived there for six months, I feel like the last apartment we had was more of a home than this place has been. The new place is bigger (two bedrooms) and has a washer and dryer installed. This is a huge thing for us, Jonathan especially. I'm just looking forward to having more space and being able to make the next place into a real home instead of what has always felt like a glorified dorm room. We have a nice apartment. We do. We just have no room to have my table and chairs set up. So we always eat in the living room or standing up in the kitchen. We never actually hung up a lot of pictures or anything on the walls (which I hate so much). We have no coffee table or end tables or anything like that (that's probably not going to change, unfortunately...not yet anyway). We have a new area rug for the new house, I have several fabric bins that I can use to organize all of my stuff, and I am going to be OK. I am going to be OK, even though it is going to take a lot of hard work.
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Tomorrow is my and J's anniversary. We will have been together for three years. Married for one. I'm off tomorrow and Friday, so we'll hopefully get to celebrate a little. J's mother wants us to go out to dinner as a family, as we did in celebration of our marriage. It was us, J's mother and his grandparents. Other than that we don't have any real plans.
We went ahead and had our "date" back in July when we picked up my car from Dallas. We had a lovely candlelit dinner at Ruth's Chris, complete with heart-shaped confetti on the table and a delicious, pretty dessert plate to share (compliments of the house once they learned what we were celebrating). It was lovely and sweet and romantic. Aside from the Satanist at the next table, that is.
Well. He may not have been a Satanist. He was certainly anti-Christianity and spent the entirety of his time there loudly discussing his views with his companion. Granted, it DID give J and I something to giggle about and helped make our anniversary dinner extra memorable.
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My entire right arm is killing me, from the shoulder down. So I'm stopping here because of agony. Have a lovely night!
