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Crossing Over to the Other Side (Part 1)

Wednesday, June 19, 2013

So much has happened in the last few weeks that my head is still spinning.

After ten and half years in the same apartment - five of which were spent with the Mr living there - it became clear a change needed to happen when I started feeling trapped and like I was suffocating.

Change may be constant but darn it, it's scary! I'd built a life in my small community and this home was the only one the Mr has known after his immigration to the U.S. Yet, I was determined to move forward and find a bigger unit, within our price range, in a safe neighborhood and near public transportation. That IS a tall order when you live in the bay area but I was determined and I kept repeating my criteria over and over again. THEN it happened, the universe responded.

Nestled in Old San Leandro is a small 10-unit complex that is a flash back to when they knew what character meant and people didn't want to live inside a box. I was the first to respond to the add and we were the only couple to see the unit. The others kept asking about it, setting up appointments and the cancelling the appointments.

The Mr's first reaction to the place ... I don't like it. WHAT?! Unable to actually communicate his emotions a small war began. I took my best friend down the next night to view the place to make sure I wasn't making up the fabulousness of the place and she confirmed what I was feeling - it's fabulous! With 24-hours of the Mr seeing the place his mindset had changed and he was all in. The adverse reaction came from being scared of change, moving to an unknown area and leaving the only U.S. home he'd ever known. Well, now, that's completely understandable!!

Within a four days we had inked the lease, slapped down some cash and the apartment was deemed ours. Confetti did not fall and there was no happy dance on my part though. I went into complete panic mode. I silently worried about EVERYTHING! My worry and paranoia ranged from maybe the property manager wasn't who she said she was and I was giving the wrong person deposit money and the apartment wasn't really ours and progressed on to what if the NEW couch doesn't fit up the stairs and in the front door.

I had a panic/anxiety attack one night about the couch that nearly sent me over the edge. I finally had to go to bed to shut down the madness in my brain. When I finally talked to the Mr about the situation he initial was upset about the prospects of the couch not fitting but we then came to the same conclusion ... it's a couch - nothing more nothing less.

The packing started out strong. Having moved my office and boss a number of times I had access to boxes and I used every last one of them and then some. So much stuff! I purged and donated as I packed but we still have too much stuff. I'll deal with that soon enough.

The property manager was gracious enough to give us keys the weekend prior to our actual lease date. This was great because I moved all my kitchen items over prior to the big move and setup the kitchen. I have A LOT of kitchen items that are put to use everyday due to the fact that I cook almost every meal. Eating out for us is a true treat.

While all this was happening I was on the phone constantly with vendors etc to change addresses and services. That's a job in and of itself! To stay organized I started a notebook that has saved the day more than once.

The Mr moved most of his clothes over prior to the big move. Again this was to help save money when it came to the movers time. Plus, he needed something to do! :)

With all this madness happened we had an unexpected house guest arrive from Jamaica. The Mr hasn't had a friend or family member come visit since he moved here five years ago and then two days before the movers were to show up a friend was suddenly at our front door.

Plus! We adopted the foster fur babies. Lilly and Tuff joined our family which made us a house of six. A little crazy but I can't imagine life without them.

What's next? Well, the move of course and yet another panic attack and so much more. Stay tuned for Part 2.
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TRENTDREAMER 6/20/2013 9:23PM

    Congrats on the move. 10 years is a long time, and moving always presents so many possibilities for potential problems, even without random friends, conflicts and kitty cats.

Look forward to part 2!

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MANLEYSANDY 6/20/2013 11:59AM

    Congrats on the move...it sounds like a fabulous place!

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HOLLYS_NEW_LIFE 6/19/2013 9:09PM

    Congrats on the move, sounds like things are working out. *HUGS*

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THOMS1 6/19/2013 8:33PM

    emoticon Congrats on your new place. Moving is such a chore and I know what you mean about too much stuff. We lived in a 5 bedroom for over 30 years and when we decided to down size I donated donated and donated some more and that was after the kids went through and took everything they wanted. Hope the move goes smoothly. emoticon

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