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It's a gorgeous night tonight, so we decided to pop T in the stroller and walk down to the diner. I had no idea what I wanted to eat until we got there. When I saw "reuben," my mouth watered so severely I actually had to swallow. It was greasy and glorious. I got so caught up in the corned-beef bacchanalia of it (yes, you CAN get drunk on Russian dressing) that I completely forgot about the effects of cabbage (in this case sauerkraut) on my digestive system. So far I have escaped unscathed. So, I'm praying the Dude or Dudette in the Big Delicatessen in the sky that it stays that way. I feel like I should light some incense and leave an offering of half-sour dill pickles and liverwurst just to hedge my bets.
As for the moving saga--we've pretty much nailed the house that was our first choice, but they're not open to a month-to-month lease and Ethan had an interview today and has another tomorrow for jobs in other locations. Why are things never simple and easy for us? Just once I'd like something--anything--to be cut and dried. Regardless, we're out of here by 9/30. Will keep you kids posted when I know where we'll actually end up. GAH! Stay tuned. I won't go into detail, but both locales are south of the Mason/Dixon in Rebel territory, so either would be an adventure, I'm sure!
In the meantime, if anyone finds credible, user-friendly instructions for a time machine so we can zip to October 1st and just be done with this ridiculous shit, please let me know. There's a thank you reuben and a big, sloppy smooch in it for you.
Night night.
The Sincoffs found out Saturday that they need to move out as of 9/30/10. I can't say that we *love* our current digs. It's a very cute, sunny apartment, but there's no dishwasher (a mistake we will NEVER make again) and no laundry access (super annoying). We've been talking about moving for yonks, but now we have no choice.
On one hand, this is very exciting! There are a lot of rentals on the market now that have the above mentioned amenities and cost less than what we're currently paying. Having said amenities will GREATLY improve our QoL. On the other hand, I'm having anxiety attacks about the whole thing. We wanted to move, but on our own schedule. Biggest anxiety inducers:
- Being forced to settle for something we don't really like because we have a deadline
- Making 1000+ phone calls and looking at countless apartments before we find the right thing
- Cleaning. This is the bane of my existence as I have discussed at length in previous posts
- Hunting down moving boxes
- Packing. HATE IT!!!! Hate it, hate it, HATE IT!!!
- Leaving the only home Tobin's ever known (Sad for me, but he probably won't care. He's always down for a new adventure and adapts to new situations better than any toddler ever should)
- Being forced to sign a 1-year lease when we're hoping to relocate somewhere with a lower cost of living ASAP so we can buy a house sometime before we retire
- Moving, only to have to move again in a short period of time if Ethan gets a job offer elsewhere
I've already sussed the boxes issue. Several friends have offered their recently-unpacked boxes and I've made contact with someone via freecycle who has up to 100 boxes they can give us. And just now, I knocked 3 more off the list by calling a local realtor and giving her all our specifications. No calls for us to make, she'll weed out anything that doesn't meet our preferences, and she's aware that we prefer a month-to-month lease if possible. I'm starting to breathe again.
As for that last one, we're taking a "scorched earth" approach to packing and throwing out everything that isn't vital. And anything we decide to keep that's not for immediate use in the new apartment will remain packed and ready to go at a moment's notice, should we need to move again. Non-essential boxes will likely be put in a storage facility so we can actually use our closets for clothes and such. So novel!
So all that's left on my Freakout List are cleaning, packing, and leaving our first home as a family. All 3 are unavoidable and cannot be outsourced. Well, maybe the cleaning can be outsourced. Depends how much the movers will cost us. We're spoiled from our last move. We will decidedly NOT be humping our own furniture and boxes up and down the stairs--not with our chronic lower back issues.
Another positive point: as much as I detest packing, I LOVE unpacking and settling into a new place. Looking forward to that bit once we get through all the other icky stuff.
Should hear back from the realtor tonight with a list of possibilities. Wish us luck that we find something awesome or at least highly tolerable!
If you would like to volunteer your cleaning, packing, or babysitting talents, feel free! We will love you forever and/or pay you in pizza and the hooch of your choosing.
