it seems strange, every time i think about it. i've been moving just about every year since just before i turned 19. that's a decade of moving. i believe there was 1 apartment i stayed in for 3 years but otherwise, i keep changing. so 9 moves. a dorm room, the sorority house, 2 apartments in college, a small apartment during my first year of law school, a larger apartment for the next 3 years, an apartment right on the lake the second year out of school, the one bedroom in the same building i'm in now but 6 floors up, and my current place. and dang, if i count the summer i came home from school and the time lindsay and i sublet a place while we waited for out new apartment to be ready, that's a lot of moves.
but here it is, the last apartment hunt. i'd like to note that i hate apartment hunting. it's
kind of a pain in the ass here in chicago. they don't make it easy on you, by any means, and i've got just over 1 month to find a place and move in. (but i do love the packing and moving process. i like decluttering and then unpacking and re-arranging everything in a new space. it's fun, up until the moment the bill for the movers comes.) there's just too many things that come with apartment hunting - the price, the area, the size, the building, the security, the available move-in date, the proximity to public transit since i don't have a car, have never had a car, and would prefer to never have one in the future, either. then you have to make time to see the space and ask about things like utilities and internet and laundry and dog parks and guest parking and security deposits and maintenance requests and my god i'm already tired just talking about it and i haven't even gotten to the actual hiring of movers and reserving of elevator time on moving day.
needless to say, this blog will not be back to regularly scheduled programming until september.
exhausting as it is, i'm trying to actually enjoy this particular apartment hunt because like i said, it's the last one. the last apartment hunt after 10 years of moves. why, you ask? well, in the next few months, john will be buying a house. and when my lease is up next august, that's where i'll be moving into. by that point, john and i will have been dating for 2.5 years (and we'll have known each other for over 15, yikes.) that number is large enough to not make me totally panic but small enough that i'm still fidgety about it. it's his idea, so i'm still getting used to it, which will probably take me all year long. hawkeye, however, is ready to move in, like, yesterday. he hand serves her cheeseburgers and drives her to taco bell with the ac blasting in his truck. she's easy to please. i'm slightly more discerning, though the taco bell trips are a plus in my book too.
not that i don't love john and not that i've never lived with a boyfriend before. i was just smart in that i always had the apartment in my name, at a price point i could still afford on my own. hashtag momma didn't raise no fool. but this is not renting an apartment together that has a 1 year lease. this is moving into a house that he bought. permanently. in just one year.
meep! and yes, i need a full year to prepare, because i'm not good with change.