Home in 2014

Lot's of things to update since last Saturday.

As soon as I found out the apartment complex closed at 6pm, I sent Ben a series of text messages to the effect of, "Want to go apply after work? In other words, please can we?" He called me as soon as he got off, asked if I could be ready in 20 minutes, to which I said yes. I decided my work clothes would be best. Business casual...dress for the apartment you want, not for the one you can afford. Make-up and hair were quick since I'd already taken a shower, and off we went!

Rickie, the leasing agent, seemed pretty optimistic about our chances. I didn't have my SS card for proof of my social, but she worked with me on it, saying I could bring the recipit of getting a new one from the SS Administration and that would work once we were approved. After everything was said and done, she said we would find out Monday if we were approved.

Longest two days of my life.

By the time Monday rolled around, I was a nervous wreck. I said as much to Ben on the way to work.

Ben: "We didn't get it. Just expect we didn't get it." Me: "...why?" Ben: "Because apartment hunting is just like job hunting. You'll apply at a bunch of places before you get anything." Me: "..." Ben: "Er...never mind." Me: "Remember, you are telling this to the girl who got all four jobs she's ever applied for in her life." Ben: "I remembered that after I said it."

Due to an emergency at the complex and then a miss communication with the approval lady, it wasn't until 6pm when we had an answer.

Approved.

I was outside on break at work when I got the voicemail and whooped with joy and did a little dance. My coworkers all gave me high five's and fist bumps.

The next couple of days were action packed. I was planning on taking two hours of PTO to go get my SS card resent, then go pay the deposit and get everything take care of. But I found out midday I had training at work the next day at 9am to 1pm, so that was out. Ben got to take care of the deposit. Wednesday, I took two hours of PTO and dad took me to get my SS card squared away. It only took about 45 minutes at the SS Administration, which surprised the hell out of me since the waiting room was full. Sadly enough, most of those people were still there when we left. After that, it was off the apartments to take them a copy. I got to tour one of the two bedroom townhouses they were in the last stages of make ready. It is so cute! The living room is a bit smaller than what we had, but the kitchen is bigger (which thrills me) and we have a half bath downstairs. And there's a cupboard under the stairs for storage. I think I know where Robbie will be.

I'm going to call this week to see if we can have a walk through next Saturday in our actual townhouse. They should be start doing the make ready Monday, she said. I figure if we do it Saturday, we can go after Ben gets off of work and Robbie can go with us. I think it would be a neat experience for Robbie to see the place with it all empty and get to go through it.

Our official move in date is 3/15, but Rickie was going to see if she can make it the 14th since Ben is off that day. If not, we may wait a week since he can take PTO at work after the 16th. If we do that, I can take my 5 1/2 hours on Friday the 21st and leave at lunch, he can take four hours for his half day on Saturday the 22nd and we can get everything done in two days.

I may be buying some couches from a coworker. Her and her husband are moving to PA and getting rid of most of their furniture. She's selling her couch and love seat for $275. They are a deep red, though look pink in the pictures she showed me. We got rid of our couch when we moved since it was third hand, the bottom was coming out and, with the roach problem, got rid of anything that could have carried the roaches. Including our microwave (which had roaches in the time display) and the vacuum (for obvious reasons).

I'm positively ecstatic, but I'm dreading unpacking. Packing was easy. Box, stuff, toss. If it was breakable, be nicer about the tossing. Finding places for all of our crap does not seem like an easy task.