Boom. Look at that.
That is a living room wall freshly painted with color samples. And it’s mine, all mine.
The paperwork has been signed, the rent has been finalized (and lowered! Hey, that’s what I’m talking about!), and the keys are in my hot little hands. So now I begin the process of prepping the new apartment for the move. One of the benefits of staying in my neighborhood is the ease with which I can gradually move my things to the new place. My current landlord was very accommodating given the delay getting the new place ready and they’re letting me stay put until May 2nd instead of booting me out today. This meant that I was able to get into the place today, paint mockups of colors in the living room and bedroom, and drag several bags of things over to make the big day a bit less stressful.
The schedule as it stands is that tomorrow I’ll make a quick trip over to the new place, pick my favorite colors in the light of day, and then take a trip to Home Depot to get everything I need so I can paint all afternoon and evening. I’m ridiculously excited about it and dreading it at the same time.
The packing itself has gone fairly well, or at least I think so. Who knows what the movers will say when they show up. I may have overloaded every box and they’ll be furious, or at least grumbling. The only conclusion I’ve come to is that despite the amount of purging I’ve done of extraneous things, I still have a ridiculous amount of STUFF. It’s been incredibly therapeutic getting rid of clutter and sorting the good from the unnecessary, but when faced with just how much you’ve acquired in 8 years in one place, it’s also slightly horrifying. I’m thinking that I may need to adopt a “1 in, 1 out” rule for specific items and really focus on curating my belongings so that if I buy new things, it’s because they’re the best example of what I’m looking for.