Yesterday afternoon, my new landlords emailed me the lease and a form from the condo association, I filled in and signed both, scanned, and emailed back. This will be followed up by a check, which I’m sending today via the post office.
So it’s official! U-Pack has been contacted, and I’m awaiting confirmation. What doesn’t fit in one 6’x7’x8′ cube, doesn’t go to Florida. It’s called “moving on a budget” and I’ve become an expert at it. I only have three big items since AJ left: bed, couch, rocker. Everything else can be disposed of without concern or will fit in boxes.
The electronics, of course, go in the car with me, along with Miss Suki and a couple carry bags of clothes and personal stuff. Because of the timing around cube pickup and delivery, I will probably spend a couple nights at R’s house. As he’s only ten minutes from my new location, this is not a problem. Wouldn’t be one anyway. R is helping me every step of the way.
Hm, might this lead to renewed romance between us? We had a brief but torrid fling some years ago and liked each other enough to not only stay in touch after going our separate ways, but we’ve since become very good friends.
Okay, not going there right now. It’s enough to know I have one good friend in Florida. I know others there and hope to reconnect after I get settled.
My insomnia has been horrible the last few nights, mind racing like mad as I consider possibilities, arrangements, and details. I finally started making a list so I can check shit off as I do it. Cross-country moves are far more complicated than moving a few miles.
Spring in MN:
Spring in Florida:
Need I say more?