Finally, I'm all moved in to my new place! Compared to the disgusting summer apartment, this one is spacious and beautiful and CLEAN. And - wait for it - no bugs. Saturday was a full day (as in, 8:00 am to 8:00 pm) of lugging boxes and lamps and suitcases and books etc. etc. etc. up to the third floor, rearranging furniture, unpacking, cleaning, shopping for missing odds and ends, and panicking about how to make everything fit. We also had to deal with some bitchiness from the girls who were trying to move into our old apartment, but we out-bitched them so it's alllll good. ...what? They were giving me attitude. People always assume I'm super nice and sweet and, like, basically a doormat to wipe their muddy feet on but when something gets me fired up, I turn all scrappy and start spewing cuss words and growling and stuff. So it all got done, everything is set up, and the apartment is lovely.
My mom was here to help me move, and I'm ashamed to report that I was much more anxious-freak daughter than mature-intelligent-cheerful daughter this weekend, but alas. Sorry Mom! My routines were all messed up and we ended up eating out a lot, so I was stressed and on edge all weekend. My mom kept telling me I "look good"—not sure how to feel about that. I've gained since she last saw me in May, but I definitely haven't reached my target weight. So I don't really want to look "good" yet, you know? Of course I cried when she had to leave, and I could tell that she was just aching to stay and make everything all better for me. In case I haven't emphasized this enough on here: I love my mom.
Yesterday was really hard for some reason—lotsa anxiety and crying and sadness, but lunch out with my best friend and her mom pulled me out of my head and cheered me up immensely. I was determined to make today better, so I jumped out of bed, showered, drank coffee, ate breakfast, and headed out to run errands, buy textbooks, hang out with a friend, and tie up some last loose ends for work instead of staying in and letting myself get bogged down with depression and fear.
Other miscellany:
- Textbooks are expensive.
- My schedule is already overbooked.
- I know we're in a drought or whatever, but rain sucks.
- My building needs a bigger parking lot.
I think that's all for now. Classes start tomorrow—fingers crossed I make it through Day 1!
So glad this is a better place! It sounds like there was a lot of stress between moving, routine change-ups, and classes starting, so don't be too hard on yourself for having a tough time of it. That's a lot to take on at one time! I'm really sorry yesterday was rough, but it's great that you got yourself out and doing stuff! Hope your first day goes well!
ReplyDeleteI would LOVE to have witnessed you outbitching the new girls. Way to go Kaylee. ;)
ReplyDeleteThe great thing about moms is that they're going to love you even when you're in freakout mode. I know for me, I think I recognize that guarantee and actually freak out on her more than anyone else, some reward for loyalty, right? It sounds like your mother is amazing, though, and I'm glad she was able to come help you.
Text books are SUCH a racket. My biggest gripe was a physiology textbook one of my undergrad profs required (new edition, $120), and then NEVER ONCE used. And even as an undergrad I could tell it was a shoddy book. And you know how much the bookstore offered me for it at sellback time? $5. [Insert expletives here]. Have you looked to see if any of yours are on Scribd.com? I saved almost $300 by buying a $5 day membership to the site and downloading several for free.
Awesome that you found a better apartment, still the same roommate though, right? I remember she has been pretty helpful to you at times.
Have a great rest of the week!