Right now we are preparing to move.And it's not going well.
We keep working on the garage, but at some point we are going to have to work on the actual house. We get to view our new apartment tomorrow. The first time we will see our new living arrangements. And I don't think I am going to be happy. 1700 sq feet of stuff cramped into 1000 feet of space. The lack of kitchen space is nauseating. I need to remember my tape measure because I want to put shelves into the coat closet that happens to sit inside my kitchen.
My big hope is that my dining table fits. I love our table. It's Amish handmade of a dark cherry stained maple. It's beautiful and regal and wonderful. I know that we can't fit it in the kitchen, there isn't any way. But I am hoping that we can fit it in the living area. I am going to try to make it work. I want Weston sitting at the table for dinner soon. That's important.
I am trying to get excited about our new living arrangements.
The new green wall, and the patio, and maybe nicer neighbors. The shorter drive to work (the longer drive to Hy-Vee.) The pools and fitness room. I am hoping to have enough money left over to do a small family vacation this summer. And maybe $30 extra a month to get my nails done again. (I confess that I miss that most of my pre-baby life.)
I am trying.
My friend Kari stopped by today. She used to work with me until her position was eliminated. Her life is harder than mine. But she loves me enough to bring me daisies for my new home. Because she is kind and funny and a wonderful person. She brightens my day and gives me hope for my future. I miss her at work every day.
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