Movers and Shakers

I feel like I did back in college when I was in the middle of a semester, and I had the constant stress of the final looming over me. It would be a constant nagging in the back of my mind. Only this time, my final is my upcoming move.

I've learned over the last six months that I can get by with very little. Staying at Abraham's made me realize I only needed a handful of dresses and a few really good pairs of shoes. My everyday makeup and hair straightener. That's all I really had with me.

I've come back to my 816 square foot apartment and began packing it up. Half will go to Abraham's. The other half will go to storage at my mom's house or to a yard sale. Do I really need these DVDs I haven't watched in the last six months? The books that sat on shelves as decoration? Throw pillows! Four afghans, one for each season.

At the same time I had missed my things. Things that I picked out that would make up my home. A white porcelain peach. A photograph of a girl in a field throwing her umbrella. The candlesticks in my bathroom. I'd climb into Abraham's bed at night and say, "I miss looking at my stuff."

I've slowly been making Abraham's bedroom ours. He loves the new furniture. With it came a summer quilt from Pottery Barn. Lamps from TJMaxx. Burlap curtains from a textile store downtown.

The roommate had told us that she was moving out the day I was moving in, which turned out to be both a good and bad thing. Bad: my portion of the mortgage would be higher. Good: I could immediately take over her bedroom as storage.

She told her boyfriend of her plan to move in with him, and they got into the only fight I've ever witnessed. He said it was too soon. His house wasn't big enough. I know she's looking for a house to buy, with him to follow her, but I don't know when that will be. It could be as early as June, causing me to live without some of my things for even longer and having to rent a second moving truck within a couple of months.

This uncertainty extends beyond my move. I don't think I will feel settled until I'm fully moved in, whenever that will be. To combat it, I've hired people where I thoght it would make my life easier. I'm packing my apartment, but I have people to move it. I hired cleaners to do the final clean for me. That part of being in your thirties is awesome, being able to throw money at some of your problems.

Three more weeks.