Just A Few Hours...

The day is here!

After much planning, anticipation, and stress, my last day has finally arrived. It's been quite a roller coaster leading up to this moment!

My tooth (or lack thereof) is finally on the mend and healing properly. Getting that taken care of was a huge stress off of my back, but also a huge dent in my wallet. Oh well, what can ya do?

I started the process of packing and moving my stuff a few days ago, and the whole process has been a blur. I can't even tell you when I started packing. Who knows. I thought I was in pretty good shape, but this past Friday was the first full day I spent packing and moving, and it was a big eye opener. Up until this point in my life I only ever moved what lived in my bedroom. I bought a living room and full kitchen set off of my old roommate, so this is my first move with an entire apartment worth of crap. I simply don't have enough time to move it all. I got super stressed out about how I was going to do it all, but luckily Adam came to my rescue and recruited our beloved coworker Cam to move the big furniture this coming week. My SAVIORS!

Oh you fancy, huh?

I was lucky enough to get a last-minute invite to a friend's wedding (thanks Annie and Golgi!), so I was able to spend Saturday with Adam & friends at the wedding. It was a great distraction and break from moving stress, and more importantly it was a beautiful wedding. I was much happier to be there than in my disaster-area apartment.

This morning it was back to reality - my last day here! I had a cloud looming over my head about getting my apartment rented. I turned the reins over to my realtor to get a new lease started for June 1st, but it had only been shown a few times. I know how last-minute many apartment hunts are, but I'm leaving a week before the end of the month. I felt like I needed to get everything secured before I left, otherwise I was at risk of owing rent until I could find someone.... and would have to find someone... while I'm in the woods.... yeah, no thanks. You may realize I'm talking in past tense, because (drum roll please) I found a sublettor TODAY. Today. I leave in, like, three hours. This is ridiculous. He's moving in a few boxes as I type this. It's a little crazy and super last-minute, but it's my best option at this point. I feel much better than waiting for the realtor to potentially get someone secured into a new year-long lease in the next 5 days. My sublettor will be living here under my lease until the end of the summer, that way I don't have to break my lease or risk paying while I'm not living there (yes, there's a risk that my sublettor sucks and skips town and I'm screwed, but hey let's give the kid a shot).

Turns out, I HATE packing!

What's left? Well, I spent all day packing up the odds and ends and taking some more stuff to the storage unit. It has been more miserable than usual because I had a flare up of an old injury (bulging disc) in my back, most likely due to moving almost an entire apartment by myself in one day. I've been hobbling around like an 80 year old woman for the past two days. But, sadly, stuff doesn't pack itself. I also finally packed up what I'll be taking this summer, a MUCH easier task than apartment packing. There's only so much you can fit in a 70L pack + day pack. I'll leave here in a few minutes to get Adam at work, go to his house and get the bike rack on the car, take a beloved shower, then come back here to load up the car and hit the road! We're going out to a campsite near the Center tomorrow so we don't have to wake up as early. What's one more night in a tent, right?

A summer's worth of stuff, ready to go!

Bon voyage!