I've forgotten how much I hate moving.
As some of you could probably guess, I've been absent (well, more absent than usual) from this blog for the last few weeks. This is partially because most (if not all) of my time has been spent putting things in/transporting/unpacking boxes.
Also, the internet at our new place didn't get activated until this morning.
The new apartment, thankfully, is only a few blocks away and has a layout that is almost identical to our old one (except that there is a fireplace, a larger balcony, and less storage space). So, at the very least, we didn't need to move very far.
Plus, our move-out date got pushed back to Valentine's Day. Whew!
Although I'm sad to leave the old apartment (which was lovingly painted and finished by our soon-to-be-former landlord, whose design aesthetic seems to be stuck in the year 1982, bless his heart), the new place is seriously growing on me. It's not above the usual apartment building transgressions (thin walls, parking not included in the rent, and expensive laundry), but it has several things going for it that has made our living experience (at least so far) a positive one, overall.
The best thing about this apartment so far? It allows pets.
Readers, meet Mishka!
We brought this beautiful kitty home on Friday from the PAWS shelter in Seattle. She's a two year old chocolate-point Siamese mix with white socks, a docked tail, a snuggly personality, a fondness for catnip mice, and a loud voice.
|"Moowwr? Omowwr?" -Mishka |
Having her around this past weekend made an exhausting and overwhelming moving experience much, MUCH better. Nothing soothes stress quite like a purring kitty cat in your lap.
Welcome to our family, Mishka!
Until next time <3