Current mood:

hopeful

if that's moving up, then i'm...
welllll...

today's the last day in the apartment we've lived in for -- gasp -- almost six years. tomorrow is uhaul day. wow.

it's been a long six years. it's also been a tiny blip, an eyelash-bat. it's a huge chunk of my life, but it seems like only last week that we were moving in, shellshocked from our time in the cities, from that stressful, confusing year. we were glad to be back home, and i was happy to return to UWS. so we set down our roots. we got as comfortable as we could, which only can last so long.

so much has happened since then. life has continued to happen. our landlord has become utterly intolerable and impossible to communicate with, and i've graduated from that horrible college. time to go. time to go, now.

i am going to be so glad to never have to have another confrontation with my landlord ever again. no more unannounced visits, no more bullshit. no more hammering, sawing, pounding on the walls. no more little fucking projects going on with no warning. no more loud talking in the basement. no more. no more trashy neighbors. no more cop cars. no more.

our new place isn't perfect, but i think it will be okay. it's old. but we've got light. lots of light. you can see the bay from our front porch. you can see the woods. it feels neighborhood-y.

i think we're going to make it.

if anything, we needed to shake up our little snow globe and alter our perspectives. hopefully, this will especially help me to figure out my next step in life, as far as earning money and figuring out just what the hell it is i'm supposed to be doing. i really, really want to feel like i haven't missed the bus. i really hope i've still got a chance to be happy. i really do. sometimes i honestly feel like i'm just too weird to do this. i don't like feeling like that. i want to be appreciated for who i am, not dismissed for who i am not.

this feels like the right thing to be doing, right now.

wish us luck. here we go...