Soooo, in about 4 weeks I should be in a new apartment. I don't know exactly where or how, but that is the ultimate plan. I am really going to miss the Jefferson Square place, but I have high hopes for my next single abode. I will have to replace a few pieces of furniture that I got rid of to accomodate his stuff but otherwise I've got pretty much everything I need for a cozy, classy one-bedroom apartment.
Since I can't really afford movers this time around, I have thankfully had a few people volunteer to help me move and can most likely borrow a truck from work if need be. It may not go as smoothly as the last go-round but I'm looking at this whole situation as a bit of an adventure and am trying to roll with the punches.
Yeah, sure, it's occasionally really f*cking depressing but mostly I am getting out and about as much as I can to distract myself. This weekend Nat and I helped Cec move into her new place in the fancy-pants part of the Hill and I finally got to meet his kiddo Wyatt - three year olds are immensely entertaining for short periods of time. After a nap I dragged myself over to Dubs to witness the glittery spectacle that is she and her crew getting ready to go out dancing at the gay club - it's pretty amazing the costumes they come up with. I called it an early night but cajoled Cec into a "Welcome to the Neighborhood" drink on Sunday just to get out of the house. At this point, I'll clearly use pretty much any excuse not to be sitting at home by myself...So far, it's pretty much working.
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I'm glad you're getting out there, Alyson. It's so nice to have a supportive/available circle of friends
It is a life-saver. After ample time with my peeps, I'm definitely starting to feel "normal" again for the first time in months. Still, I get a little bored when I'm home alone.
Yeah. Totes happy about... I have nothing and my phone is ringing. Fare thee well!
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