Moving is one of the most stressful events in a person's life, compared to other life-changing events. Knowing that, I figured using my four day weekend of the Thanksgiving holiday to move would save me some stress. It turned out to not be the best way to end a holiday weekend. I was hoping to sign and move my things into the apartment the Friday after Thanksgiving. Unfortunately, everything doesn't plan out the way we all hope. I had move Monday, the weekend AFTER the holiday was over. My reasons for this are the apartment management company is only open Mon-Fri 9-5 which is the time everyone else is working. And of course they were closed for the Friday after Thanksgiving. Because of that, I had to ask off work for the Monday after (I don't get paid sick days yet since I am still a temp). I had my BF with me for only that day so I used him and that time to move my stuff from New Jersey all the way back to Queens. I had to rent a car large enough to transport my mattress. I had to bring my BF to the airport by 6. So this is what my schedule of events ended up looking like for that day:
- Rented car
- Withdrew enough money (barely) for management company
- Signed lease
- Drove to NJ
- Packed the car
- Drove back
- Unloaded the car
- Drove BF to the airport
- Returned the car
- Headed back to my apartment all alone to my new mess of things all over the place
I was pretty overwhelmed. I cried the rest of the night for that day. I couldn't stop crying probably because I felt out of control. I was overwhelmed by all of my belongings in the middle of the room and the fact that I had to then figure everything out alone. A month prior, one of the reasons I almost backed out completely was because I was afraid to be alone. I realized that renting an apartment alone would mean no more college roommate, no more family roommate, no more anyone. Just me. Was I ready to be with just me?? Am I satisfied and happy spending time with just myself? It sounds silly. But there are a lot of insecure people out there. Those who are always in a relationship or always with friends are never really alone. I had to learn to really like being with just me. I grew up with three siblings. I was never alone. When I was younger, I shared my room with my sisters. When I moved into my own room, I was always with the family and never in my room. In college, I always had a roommate. I would have my own room but living in my own space is different. When I lived with a roommate, I always knew someone was home or that I could talk to someone. Is being alone such a bad thing? With technology today, no one is really ever alone. I have my phone on me all the time. I have the computer and soon the television. Books? What is a book??? Just kidding. I actually enjoy reading. The only struggle is actually picking up the book. One of my goals is to have a shelf for just books in my apartment.
So I have been in my apartment for exactly one week today. I put together my bed frame, cleaned the floor, and now need to just put together my desk and buy some furniture. I am also still waiting on the cable and internet people so there isn't much else for me to do but unpack! I am on a great start to a most beautiful "pent house" apartment!!! (I am on the top floor hence the pent house part) also (stay tuned for pictures!!!) I am much more at peace now with everything coming together the way it is. When I keep on progressing, I feel better and continue to accomplish my dreams!!
And here are some silly pictures about moving.
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