We’re moving tomorrow, and the chaos is real.
So many moving parts to coordinate: Packing belongings that we forgot we owned, cleaning our current apartment to get the security deposit back quicker, selling random things on Facebook Marketplace, and doing what we can to ensure our cats are safe and sound in the process.
And to top it all off, I'm coming down with some kind of illness… thankfully its not presenting the common Covid symptoms, so here’s hoping its a regular cold. I was just joking the other day about how long it’s been since I’ve been sick, probably something like two years — but just as life has it, I get sick on the one day that my physical endurance is actually needed. Vitamin-C, here I come.
This apartment has been both wonderful and terrible.
It’s our very first place together after getting married, and it’s served us well. I’ll absolutely miss the flood of natural light it brings in during the late afternoon, perfect for snapping photos of the cats or a mid-day coffee. The proximity to one of Tampa’s best outdoor spots, Bayshore Boulevard, is unbeatable. It’s also walkable to a pretty solid coffee shop, which had been on my moving bucket list for a long time previously. Genuinely, it’s been rad to live here and I’m so thankful to have found it when we did.
But it’s certainly not without it’s downfalls: Multiple instances of gallons of water leaking through the ceiling (don’t ask), summer surges of flying termites, a mouse (aka, Mousey) that lives in the walls and sometimes the windowsills, the neighbors drunkenly yelling at all hours of the night, and a general state of “old-ness” in the walls, floors, and utilities that one gets in a 100+ year-old house.
Our new place is the total opposite, with all the amenities and lifestyle features that’s been missing in our lives: A pool, proper gym, tech-centric appliances, new construction, dedicated work spaces, and more. But as I document this now, I’m curious how we’ll feel about all these things in a year — will they be just as amazing as they seem now, or will they fade into anonymity within the high monthly rent? Only time will tell.
But for now, time to rest and hope I feel better tomorrow.