So I have finally moved into my new place. And I love it. I really do. I love being farther from the "city". I moved out of dirty dirty Stallis where I have spent the past 1.5 years and moved to Franklin. There is a park in my backyard that my sister many years ago had her wedding pictures taken (as did I ironically) that I cannot wait to take my first jog through. There are two beautiful well kept outdoor pools. A beautiful gym. An indoor hot tub and spa. My laundry room and mail slot are both inside my apt building complex (as this past year they were both located outside at another location and that just blew smoke!). And I once again have a small storage space located in the basement for miscellaneous odds and ends.
As for my apartment itself. It is soooo fabulous! It is on the third floor (the highest level so no one is walking above me which I wanted!! YEAH!!) No elevator and I am happy for that. I love being forced to take the stairs. Lord knows I need the extra exercise lately with my recent unexpected weight gain that I am gung-ho to lose! It is spacious with a large balcony. It is more spacious than I thought it would be when I first saw it. My living room fit all my large furniture! My bedroom has so much room and closet space. I have a huge linen closet and pantry. Can you just FEEL my excitement? I really am happy here! I met a young gal of a neighbor already and she states that she is very happy here. She says she never hears nor rarely even sees anyone! No kids, no dogs. Very quiet. Those were the final words I needed to hear. As if I didn't love the place already! :) This is the first time I have moved and felt joy. Happiness. Peace. Contentment. No tears were shed this time. Just calm. And almost a twinge of excitement for this new adventure. This clear hope and expectation that this time... I am on my own, it's my life, and I JUST MIGHT be ok. I don't have to live for anyone else or up to anyone else's expectations like I always believed. Damnit it! I am not going to be drug along in everyone else's mess and shadow anymore. I am not going to be treated like garbage for fear of hurting them or losing them.
So my second night sleeping there... I lost a few friends. I hated that it happened. I was soooo sad to see them go, but some things went down and they didn't care to apologize to me. They didn't care for the way they had been treating me or had been acting around me when I had been seeing them recently and sincerely apologizing (and apologizing...) for my recent mishaps. I never got an 'it's ok.' or 'I forgive you'. I simply got an 'I couldn't deal with it' response. And I guess that meant that was that... They were too good to apologize and recognize theirs. So was this really friendship? Or mere convenience until someone... something better came along? Well guess what? I am not waiting to find out. Yes, it hurt to do it. I am not above the hurt like some others appear to be. The door will never be officially be closed, but right now it is. I don't have time for childish games and being treated like I am so horrible that I deserve such treatment. But anyways... it is what it is and I can't let it bring me down anymore. If I mean anything to them it will come around and we will talk and work it out. And if not, then it will just be a thing of the past.
But anyways... enough of that right?! Funny story about my little miss Sophia, the sneaky little curious devil of a cat that she is. Almost gave me a stinking panic attack!! The second night of moving in and after the second and final run of the night I was unpacking with some of those whom had been helping me out. It had been about a good... almost 2 hours of time passing since we had left the apartment and had come back and started unpacking some things when I paused because I knew something wasn't right.
Me: "Anyone seen Sophia recently?!".
Them: "Oh she is probably just sleeping under the bed, etc. etc."
Me: "Oooooh no. Sophia is a social cat. She doesn't sleep when company is here nor does she 'hide' under the bed".
So we search. And she is NOWHERE. And all I can think of is how she got out of the apartment and has been out for two hours. What if someone grabbed her and has her in their apartment and now I have to go knocking on everyone's door? What if they don't give her back? (She IS a TOTAL sweetheart) What if she got outside?! We will NEVER find her THEN! PLUS I live RIGHT OFF a MAJOR/BUSY road! And the kicker: What if someone calls the front office about a black/white cat they found in building 10502. You know... the cat that I never claimed I even HAVE. Shit. So I am running down the stairs and around each floor. When I finally get to the basement where the laundry room door is... there she is. Probably dehydrated from meowing so much that she can't even get out a sound to cry. OH THANK GOD. So I quickly scoop her up and scold her in my most soothing voice.
"Yous a sassy sassy kitty 'ophia! Your naaaaaughty!" (kiss kiss, pet pet) Ugh. Wait until I have kids right?!
Well last night I cleaned out the old apartment with the old roomie so I am officially done there. Just working on getting the last minor things put away at my new place and then I will be totally settled and life will continue as is. As always, I will keep you updated!
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