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I wasn't born with wings, so I'm trying to make my own
 
Sunday, December 29, 2002  

Boy, was I naive about moving! I really, honestly thought that this would be a breeze. We've been buying things for "our place" for years, and it's all still in boxes down in my basement, so I thought "well, we'll just throw all these in the car and away we go." Like I said, naive! First of all, we're having trouble with the landlord. It's nothing huge, just annoying stuff. At first he was SO very helpful, and now as we're trying to actually get in, he's being... well, let's just say not as helpful. Some of it is understandable. His wife's aunt died before the holidays and they've been trying to empty her apartment and wrap up the odds and ends left by her sudden passing. I understand this and I'm very sympathetic, but they've been making me promises during all of this, and my feeling is, if you're so busy, you shouldn't be making all these promises, but if you make the promises, keep them! I guess that may be harsh of me, but where I live and when is depending on what this guy tells me. One of my major issues is that we don't have keys. I was supposed to pick them up last week, but apparently the last tenant didn't give him the right keys. So, first of all, there is someone else out there that can get into my apartment, which worries me. But if someone breaks in with no forced entry, we'll know exactly who it is. Besides, she's an older woman who works in a church. That doesn't mean she's not capable of stealing, but I think it cuts down the risk! But the other thing is, he keeps telling us to go ahead and start moving our stuff in, but there is no way on this earth that I would leave all my wordly possessions in an unlocked apartment when I'm not there. That's crazy! He keeps reassuring us of what a nice, safe building it is, but there's not a building safe enough in the whole world for me to leave all of my things in unattended!

This morning, Mom and I decided to throw caution to the wind and move some stuff over just to get a start and to get it out of the way. We took over all the bathroom stuff (figuring it'd be safe from thieves. who'd steal a floating fishie garbage can?) and all (except for about eight ounces for stress relief) of my wool. *gasp* That's right, except for some of the black llama blend and the quinilla in blue jeans, this is a wool free house! I'm really having separation anxiety. I get really mad at myself for caring so much about possessions, but my wool is more than a possession, it's part of my passion, creativity, it's my fiber palette. Even though I realize that it is probably safe from thieves (they wouldn't even know what it was!) I was still upset at the thought of leaving it so vulnerable even for a short time. Not having keys has really been a problem! But as of this afternoon, that problem is finally fixed. After Mom and I dropped off our load, I picked up Mark and brought him over to the house for lunch. We made a war plan for hitting the grocery for cleaning supplies while we ate, then went shopping. Besides a 12 pack of diet pepsi, we only bought cleaning supplies and spent over $100. Do you know what fiber fun I could have had with that money? Wah! So, after the shopping we went over to the apartment to clean out the frig so that we could bring over groceries, and while we were there, he finally brought us the keys! Hallelujah! My second gripe with him at the moment is that his sister was supposed to come over yesterday to clean the apartment and either she's the world's laziest apartment cleaner, or she wasn't there! The floors were gritty, there was still toothpaste in the bathroom sink, and there was rotting food in the frig. That made cleaning out the frig really pleasant! It was so filthy inside of that refrigerator that after being there for an hour it still isn't clean! We would have stayed, but Mark had to get to work. So, the outside of the frig is clean (even that was filthy, can you believe it?) the freezer is totally clean and there's now water in the ice trays (which I bleached to sanitize them) turning into ice for our moving helpers tomorrow, and we cleaned off the shelves on the door of the frig so we could put in the pop to chill. There is so much to do still! I can't believe I was so naive! So now Mom and I are heading over to do some more cleaning. My goal is to get the bathroom clean and ready. We bought an over the toilet shelf thing to hold our towels, so we have to put that together, and I'm going to clean the entire bathroom top to bottom with a tooth brush and a spray bottle of diluted bleach. I love taking baths, but I don't want to feel like I'm stewing in a tub of someone else's germs. So, the bathroom is going to be CLEAN and I'm going to try to fill it with all our stuff. We have a really cute shower curtain and all our cute bathroom stuff, so that is one room that I feel we can totally finish. Plus, people might want to use it tomorrow, so it'd be nice if it looked half decent for them! I'll try to post a picture of the finished bathroom later tonight, but for now here's a picture of all of our cute bathroom stuff!



I can't wait until this whole move is finished! And to think, this is the main thing I've been longing for for the past five years! Now that it's here, I'm excited, but mostly exhausted. That's been my experience, though, that life is never quite what you expect it to be. But it's still good and I'm a lucky, lucky girl. If I'm not too exhausted, look for more tonight!

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