Tomorrow I get to sign the lease on my new apartment. It’s hard to believe I’ve spent three long years in a small ass studio. I honestly don’t know how I’ve lived her for so long with so little.
When I first moved out here, everything fit in a car. Anything that didn’t was discarded or left back in Indiana. All these years later, I’ve acquired so much junk that it’s going to take six times as many car loads to do the deed. And I still have to locate a truck to get a bed over there, as well as pick up a couch, table, and dresser I just purchased.
I remember the giddiness I felt driving from Indiana to Kansas. I remember getting here, signing a lease, and sprawling out on my new floor dead tired from the 10 hour drive the day after Christmas. I remember Danyale curled up next to me, a huge smile on her face. I remember running to Walmart six times in one night buying house hold staples that wouldn’t fit in my car for the trip.
Three years changes a lot of things. It’s been an emotional roller-coaster, some bad, some good, but mostly for the positive. Tomorrow, life will continue on, but it will advance another step. I’ll finally be able to be comfortable at my own home, not just existing. I’ll finally have adequate room to cook and to relax. I won’t be sleeping in the same room that I just spent six hours on the computer. Life should be a little happier after tomorrow.
I still have a lot of cleaning left to do at the old place. Smoking in a studio apartment for three years is disgusting. I need to clean the blinds, clean the walls, and finally pick up a carpet cleaner to clean the carpet. I should be mostly moved by Christmas given my casual speed, and the 10 days I have to get out. But, I will have to run to Walmart a few times to get new stuff for the apartment. Some things never ever change it seems.
I think I’m the happiest today than I have been in the last few months, and work tomorrow will be very long.
