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Well, we did the BIG move on Saturday. All of our furniture and the majority of our stuff is now in the house. Of course, there are a lot of emotions on my part.
I've been losing my mind the past couple of days. I am finding myself really sad and scared. Each time I go back to the apartment for something, I find myself feeling depressed. I don't know if this is just because moving into a house is a big deal. I don't know what to expect in terms of how expensive bills are going to be. I feel like everything is out of my control right now. I'm just uncomfortable.
A coworker of mine told me that he experienced something similar when he moved into his home. He said that the feeling eventually goes away, but that it is normal. It doesn't help that it appears that the master bathroom shower is leaking. Which is really fucking shitty and lame. The first night we stayed at the house, I took a shower and then the next day, there was a giant brown spot on the ceiling. I'm really fucking bummed, but I suppose this is what homeownership is like. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
We still have a bit left to move from the apartment. I think during my lunch break, I am going to run to the apartment and grab some things and drop it off at the house. And then I will do the same once I am off of work. AND THEN DO MORE ONCE JORDAN IS OFF OF WORK!
I swear to fuck, I feel like this moving bullshit is never going to end. :(
Like I said, it is really fucking hard going back to the apartment. It hurts my heart every god damn time I do.
I need to replace some/all of the floor registers in the house because the dampers don't work on a lot of them. As a result, the first floor gets pretty icy, but upstairs is warm. Since the AC is brand new, I am hoping that replacing registers with working dampers will create better airflow upstairs. One can only hope...
I am not regretting our decision to buy a home, but I am struggling so hard with the change. One of the things I noticed when we stopped back at the apartment last night was the difference between living in a neighborhood and living in a complex. There were cars everywhere in the parking lot. The cars side by side felt representative of the living spaces. Everyone is grouped together and near one another. And you might never talk to your neighbors living in an apartment, but you are sharing a space. For the longest time, I have hated that. I hated that I could hear my upstairs/downstairs neighbors. Or that I would be affected by their stupid cigarette smoke on their balcony. Or any number of things. But last night I realized that I found the very thing I hated before we got the house comforting. It's so fucking stupid because I KNOW I hate the proximity issue. I know I hate all of that, but somehow, I found myself feeling really uncomfortable with losing it. I really think this is just my brain fucking with me because moving into a house is such a huge thing. But fuck me... I just want to feel normal again.
I'm freaking out about the god damn leak from the shower. I don't know how it is going to be handled. The realtor told us to let him know if it gets bigger (which it did), but I don't know what the fucking plan is. Jordan sent him the updated photo this morning, but I don't know if he has heard back yet. God I am fucking frightened about what this is going to mean... I guess I need to just let it go.
I need to get back to meditating, I know that much for sure. I think that would help quite a bit with my feeling out of sorts. Same with exercising. We have a treadmill coming today. I need to call Cox and cancel the internet at the apartment. I also need to cancel my gym membership.
Anyway... I should probably get back to work. But it's hard because I am so fucking distracted.
I've been losing my mind the past couple of days. I am finding myself really sad and scared. Each time I go back to the apartment for something, I find myself feeling depressed. I don't know if this is just because moving into a house is a big deal. I don't know what to expect in terms of how expensive bills are going to be. I feel like everything is out of my control right now. I'm just uncomfortable.
A coworker of mine told me that he experienced something similar when he moved into his home. He said that the feeling eventually goes away, but that it is normal. It doesn't help that it appears that the master bathroom shower is leaking. Which is really fucking shitty and lame. The first night we stayed at the house, I took a shower and then the next day, there was a giant brown spot on the ceiling. I'm really fucking bummed, but I suppose this is what homeownership is like. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
We still have a bit left to move from the apartment. I think during my lunch break, I am going to run to the apartment and grab some things and drop it off at the house. And then I will do the same once I am off of work. AND THEN DO MORE ONCE JORDAN IS OFF OF WORK!
I swear to fuck, I feel like this moving bullshit is never going to end. :(
Like I said, it is really fucking hard going back to the apartment. It hurts my heart every god damn time I do.
I need to replace some/all of the floor registers in the house because the dampers don't work on a lot of them. As a result, the first floor gets pretty icy, but upstairs is warm. Since the AC is brand new, I am hoping that replacing registers with working dampers will create better airflow upstairs. One can only hope...
I am not regretting our decision to buy a home, but I am struggling so hard with the change. One of the things I noticed when we stopped back at the apartment last night was the difference between living in a neighborhood and living in a complex. There were cars everywhere in the parking lot. The cars side by side felt representative of the living spaces. Everyone is grouped together and near one another. And you might never talk to your neighbors living in an apartment, but you are sharing a space. For the longest time, I have hated that. I hated that I could hear my upstairs/downstairs neighbors. Or that I would be affected by their stupid cigarette smoke on their balcony. Or any number of things. But last night I realized that I found the very thing I hated before we got the house comforting. It's so fucking stupid because I KNOW I hate the proximity issue. I know I hate all of that, but somehow, I found myself feeling really uncomfortable with losing it. I really think this is just my brain fucking with me because moving into a house is such a huge thing. But fuck me... I just want to feel normal again.
I'm freaking out about the god damn leak from the shower. I don't know how it is going to be handled. The realtor told us to let him know if it gets bigger (which it did), but I don't know what the fucking plan is. Jordan sent him the updated photo this morning, but I don't know if he has heard back yet. God I am fucking frightened about what this is going to mean... I guess I need to just let it go.
I need to get back to meditating, I know that much for sure. I think that would help quite a bit with my feeling out of sorts. Same with exercising. We have a treadmill coming today. I need to call Cox and cancel the internet at the apartment. I also need to cancel my gym membership.
Anyway... I should probably get back to work. But it's hard because I am so fucking distracted.
