Excess Baggage

Well, things were moving and changing a mile-a-minute, and it was both good and bad.

The small studio apartment had been snatched already when I went to try to apply for it, but there were bigger and nicer 1 bedroom apartments for about $70 more a month. Worth it, I think. But, I wasn't able to apply for the woman I had spoken to the first time had failed to tell me that the $250 administrative fee was due at the time of applying, or else they wouldn't run your application. Another set back.

Michael would be coming down Saturday afternoon and staying until Thursday. We would go together to settle the apartment business, he would secure two jobs, and my father would give him "the talk". Or something like that. I'd finally get to see him again after 4 long months. Then I'd see him again the Saturday after his departure up in Massachussetts, which would be interesting to say the least. I hoped I wouldn't freeze too much. No one likes to hang out with an ice cube.

So, in accordance with the upcoming packings and movings, I decided it was necessary to finally clean my room, the same room I had been attempting (and failing) to clean since July. I started small, organizing my desk and moved on to the drawers, tossing out old, ill-fitting, or simply ugly clothes that I wouldn't wear and were merely taking up space. I went through the dirty laundry and picked out everything that was mine and put it to wash. I realized I have an unbelievable amount of clothes, despite never being able to find something to wear. It would be interesting to see what Michael's reaction to the crazy amount would be, this being after I had tossed out unnecessary things.

Then came the rest. Going through bags and boxes and drawers and papers and notebooks, finding lots of little memories that I wanted to keep, but for the sake of neatness, space, and practicality, I'd have to toss out. The minor things anyway. I was odd. I had things I wanted to take with me, but they would have no place in our apartment. Keeping them stored away in a corner of a closet would be a waste of space and effort. Thus the dilemma reared its ugly head.

At least my mother was being a bit more enthusiastic about the move. She was planning out how I should decorate the place in her head already. But she was being generous and was going to give us some of the furniture we didn't quite use much in our house anymore, and she said she would buy us a dinner plate set as a gift. I supposed she was finally starting to accept the fact that I was moving out bit by bit. I mean, it wasn't that much of a move either...I'd still be only at most 15 or so minutes away in a car. Which, could prove a bit annoying eventually. At the beginning mostly I suspected though.

Well, it was already Friday, 10 am, and I hadn't been to sleep yet since coming home from work at Wendy's at 1:40 am....and I had to work at Wendy's again tonight. Not to mention having to go pick up my check from Nella and cashing it so that I'd no longer be so penniless. Oh, did I mention that I quit at Nella? Well, I had. Although, I think that Bri the manager had sort of fired me afterward? I put in my two-weeks notice and two days later she told me I no longer had to come in. Either way, I didn't care. A lot of fuss for nothing.

And now, I'd have to put some finishing touches on my room and get a bit of sleep before doing those few chores and coming back to sleep again until it was time for work.