I really don't like moving, and there are several reasons. For one, it's the packing. I can't stand to go through my closets and find all of the junk that I had put away to make it look like my place was clean. For two, after further inspection of the place we WERE planning on moving into on the 15th, it's not going to cut it. So that leaves us with around 19 days to be completely out of the spot I am sitting right now, and into another dwelling. Go figure, I was just saying how uneventfully my life has been!
The place we were looking at wasn't all that bad. To be honest it came down to two factors. The first being that there are several safety problems as far as the state would be concerned. We'd have problems putting a baby gate on the steps and there was a huge cement stairwell that wasn't blocked in the back yard I hadn't noticed the first time we looked at it. The second is that we could hear everything that the neighbors were doing or saying through the wall. It was a Hispanic family with about 6 little kids. Not going to happen.
So that lead us to yesterday afternoon, when we went to look at a house for rent on 21st. We had originally been told noon, and stood up. I called him and said, "I was told it'd be noon..." He said,"Noon, no sorry, 5 o clock." so we got stood up. The place was in great condition, rent was in our range but I don't think that our california king bed would have fit anywhere in any of the bedrooms. They were tiny! So we crossed that off our list and have to move on. Our options are pretty slim due to the fact we've to live in Nebraska with J until his adoption is final.
Well it's just about 7 A.M. and I need to get ready for work, and some Apple Jacks are calling my name.
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