I finally found the perfect apartment that fits all my impossible requirements, yay!!!! But now I have to put everything I own in boxes, boooooo. So while I sweat and strain and throw my back out, you can read this post and try to picture it.
If you recall, I can’t stay where I am since I HAD NO FLOOR! I mean, I have one now, but seeing as it went away once, I have lost a bit of faith in the structural integrity of the whole place. So I have spent the past month looking and looking and looking for the apartment that fit my exact very restrictive and almost contradictory requirements.
And then I finally found it! A miracle! Not only that, no joke, I walked up to the building and there was a sign in the window of the apartment next door “Miracles Do Happen”
(In the new version of this song, they will include a vintage apartment that also has a brand new dishwasher and allows pets. That’s the real miracle!)
Of course, this perfect apartment is slightly outside of my budget, $25 over. So I did have a moment of concern. But then I pictured Juhi Chawla cheering me up, and I felt better.
And now I am preparing to move! Packing packing packing packing. Everything has to be all boxed and square and secure. Although if movies have taught me anything, the actual move will only take about 40 seconds and will involve a peppy song in the background. So it’s really the weekend before the move where I have to do all the work.