B6 [anecdotal]

Stream-of-consciousness babbling…

Apparently, I missed the fact that it is not, indeed, upon the ground floor–but is on the upper floor. Aside from that small snafu, I’m bouncing around giddily right now, keys jingling and spirit singing, because it’s almost time to move. I don’t mind the upper floor–the reason I wanted the ground was solely for the ease of moving. Truth be told, I like being able to look out above the rooftops, enjoy the breezes, and watch the birds.

The apartment was in remarkably good condition–I expected much worse, to be honest–and they’d obviously been hard at work cleaning it.  There’s a ring in the tub (shrug), and the bathroom sink is a little old and ratty and is going to get replaced (no biggie, it works, eh?), and, um, really, that’s it.  The manager, Karianne, is also going to replace the kitchen’s vinyl flooring, which looked ok to me except for a couple of scratches. It reminds me of the floor my family had growing up. 🙂 

I get along with her well, and although I’m sure most apartment managers seem awesome until you’re three months into your lease, I generally trust my instincts .  She seems solid and responsible, and gave a lot of good advice about covering my ass which, of course, I’d already thought of–but that didn’t make it any less appreciated that she urged me to, say, fill the entire page with exact descriptions of the condition of the apartment. It’s a far cry from the way I’ve seen some new renters treated.

Still, I’m pleased. I still have no idea where I’m going to put everything, and I’m sure by Sunday I’ll be bitching about the lack of space in one forum or another. Also, moving into the upstairs is going to probably be a pain in the ass–narrow stairs and a tight turn. Let’s keep our fingers crossed that I don’t piss off the people in nearby B8 by smacking my stuff into their front door too often during the move.

Looking around my computer desk now, my collection of miscellany is somewhat daunting. I’m pretty sure I’ll have to get a storage unit, after better examining the apartment dimensions.  For all of the painful memories here, there are plenty of pleasant ones as well.

I’m not necessarily someone who typically rushes to embrace change, but I do like newness, freshness, originality, clean slates, the smell of spring air, grapes, kittens and their antics, long walks at ni….er..sorry, got distracted there for a second.

So, yes.

It’s time.