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Things have been moving fast this last week. I’m exhausted. Usually, I can’t wish my days away fast enough. This week, though, I’m begging for just a few more moments, one extra hour, or couple more seconds even. Unfortunately, time waits for no man, or woman, and so here I am.
Everything started around the beginning of May. It’s the time of year when we, as a family, start itching for change. Specifically, a change in our environment. Last year about this time, I was rabid about getting a house, even though Hubz was lukewarm on the idea. I don’t know if it’s the promise of summer and the freedom that it brings that brings about the “I wanna move” movement or maybe it’s that we start spending more time in our home to due to fewer work and school obligations, which gives us more of an opportunity to critique it. Whatever it is, this time of year, the “movement” commences, and doesn’t end until something else catches our attention. In every instance, the result is the same. We talk about it, nitpick our current space, and eventually settle on “making our house a home.” We don’t move–don’t even look at other apartment options if I’m to be honest. We stay put.
This time it was different though.
This time we actually decided to make some waves. I think it was a combination of being fed up with our lack of amenities and ever increasing rent, along with our fabulous new neighbors who could give Snoop
Dogg Lion Dogg a run for his money in the “recreational activity” department. After voicing concerns with management and getting nowhere, we decided that, “yeah, it’s time to go.” And after looking at apartment after apartment after apartment and calling number after number after number, we finally chose one that we all loved. Thankfully, they loved us too and approved us for the space on Wednesday. So, we’re moving. We’re actually, really moving this time.