My Plan B

One Week Down

I have been in my apartment for 7 days now. It has already been quite the experience. I have gotten the chance to meet a few neighbors already. My next door neighbor is a nice woman, who loves to gossip and is not afraid to wear her jacket inside out. She has a small dog, who likes to bark at her door. Her husband likes to cough loudly (I don’t think he actually likes it, though.) She has a friend that lives in a different building who also has an ankle nipping dog. When I moved in, there was no electricity due to the tropical storm. So, my neighbor used the window as her TV. I had to go to the leasing office where another resident informed me that someone almost broke into a car the other night. He went on to say that he had a few weapons if that were to happen again. I asked him which apartment was his so I could park in front of his window. 

Fast Forward to 7 hours later:

A sea of boxes… and it is getting dark outside. I still didn’t have power. I got a call from the mattress delivery guy and explained that I didn’t have power. He didn’t seem to care so they were going to come by. About 5 minutes before he got there, power turned on. Everyone in the building started yelling. I heard someone going up and the down the stairs and looked out the window to see a big truck. I opened the door and the mattress guy says, “Oh, it’s you… can I charge my phone… and use your bathroom?” Ummmm… sure. So while he is the bathroom he yells, “Am I in Massachusetts or Providence?” Just as I was going to ask if he actually had a mattress to deliver, his partner came in and explained the other guy’s confusion. They had been driving all day, had tons of deliveries all over New England, and still had 3 more to go. We flirted with each other for a few minutes (he was really cute) then they left but had to come back. The mattress guy forgot his phone.

First DInner?

I tried. It is garlic lemon fish, penne with pesto, and a whole wheat roll. Fish was only half cooked and the pesto wasn’t very good. But! Look at that dining room table! Want a better look?

Haha. I am going to buying a couch this weekend and make a coffee to dining room table from scratch. Very excited about it!

Anyway, after I moved in, the town was so excited, they had a parade… everyday… of Labor Day weekend. Everyday. Right n front of my apartment.

Here is the welcoming committee:

That’s right! Even Miss West Warwick came!

So, I have already set off the fire alarm. Making an omelette. Now I am afraid to cook. Oh, and i am developing OCD. I have to check the door lock, window locks, and gas burners numerous times before bed and leaving the house. I here that never goes away, either. UGH!

Anyway, here are some pictures of the one room that I have completed. The bathroom.

T-Minus 10 Hours!

In ten hours, I will go, sign the papers, and get my keys! I am so excited! I just can’t wait to get in there and start setting up my stuff… Going to be a long, good day tomorrow. Just getting tv will be nice!

T-Minus 1 Day

Ugh. I haven’t started packing yet. It’s going to be one of those “just throw everything in a box” kind of moves. Really excited, though. I called to get my cable set up today (yes, I still have to do that) and I have the mattress people delivering a new bed on move in day. The apartment still is smaller than I thought it was and when I go in there it wipes my memory clean every time… With some interesting arranging though, I think everything will fit and be really nice. I think my first night, I am going to watch Barefoot in the Park. Perfect first apartment movie!

So today, I went through my clothes. I felt like an archeologist digging through layers of my life. I found an item that has been in my mental museum. Typically, something I look at and then move on to another item. The shirt is a jersey grey t-shirt. It is unbelievable soft for a t-shirt. At one time, before it was in my possession, it said Old Navy, but now just the faded outline of the O remains… It used to have a matching hoodie but that was given to GoodWill 2 years ago.

What to do with this shirt… one of the armpits is much more worn out than the other one and the collar has seen better days. Throw it out? Tear it up for rags? Make a bag out of it? It’s so hard to let these sentimental things just go…

T-Minus 4 Weeks

So.. I’m doing it! I am moving out into an apartment on my own. This is floor plan.

Nice? Yeah… it doesn’t look too much like that. While the layout is correct, the size of the furniture is inaccurate. No big deal, though. This is my first apartment. That’s right. I am 32 years old and I am finally moving out on my own. 

I have some questions about the new space… like where I am actually going to put my furniture, what is going to be on my walls, how late is the biker bar down the street open until, who are my neighbors, and will cooking bacon set off the building’s fire alarm?

Today starts the enormous task of sorting. I am going to make that fat girl at Saver’s who can never find anything but has to go with her skinny girl all the time who walks out with $50 worth of stuff every time and says things like “try that on, it”ll fit”, then “oh… yeah, it’s the color really” ‘s day!