The end is near!

Well, the end of living in my ubercruddy apartment, that is. Yesterday right after work, I ran out and bought cute, girly stuff for my new bathroom. I love knowing that in just one measly day, everything in my space will be clean and new, and I'll be able to do laundry at all hours of the day and night.

I'm so happy to be moving for so many reasons. The largest is that this space has never felt like my own, never felt homey. It's the little place I escaped to, really, and I hate being there so much. The day I moved in I barely recalled what it even looked like. I am excited to be able to come home to a place that's filled with happy memories from the last year, instead of hand-me-down things and mismatched pity furniture people gave me. It gives me a new perspective on other things in my life.

For example, I feel like I am ready to tackle big things now. I got rid of my old, sad, shell of an apartment. In my new, happier place, I feel motivated to literally take on new attitudes about things. I see myself finding a groove where I can concentrate on my writing, applying to school, baking, reading, learning to be by myself, and learning to BE myself more, going to the gym, cooking, and eating better....all those things that I used to covet but have pushed to the back burner because I haven't yet been comfortable enough with my surroundings to enjoy my life within the walls. I've spent so much of the last year seeking ways to be away from my home that I've forgotten how to function when I am there.

Okay, enough psychobabble. Last night consisted of chucking clothes into large trash bags, packing up the remainder of the kitchen, and formulating a plan to get the large mountain of boxes from one place to the other. I am so glad Sweetie is helping me with this. I would be completely lost if I were trying to do this by myself.

After packing we went out to dinner at our favorite Mexican spot. Yummers. We sat on the patio and enjoyed a nice, romantic meal and a few margaritas. We talked about our favorite nights together thus far, which I enjoyed hearing. He told me about the one time he recalls being angry with me, and it was actually kind of sweet.

We were at a concert, and I imbibed a bit too much, and was basically looped. He'd gone off the use the potty (for him, most likely a bush. God bless my Bandit.), and when he returned, apparently I was about to be pounced on by 3 big, drunk dudes. In my inebriated state, of course I knew nothing of this. He was both worried about my safety and annoyed that I didn't watch out for myself more. Call it goofy, but that made me feel good that he was worried about me like that.

Today's work news: Jerk co-worker dyed her hair back to its natural color....a very non-descript, mousy brown. It goes without saying that it is ugly. I'm practically writhing in the joy this brings me.