Power Tools and Moving In

I live in my old place for almost 9 years. It was the first place that was actually mine. For some reason though, I always considered it temporary. Over the years, I collected things to hang on the walls and said, oh this will go up in my new place.

Now don’t get me wrong, I’m pretty sure this place is temporary too; I do want a house or condo one day. But this time I have the desire to decorate and make it feel like home. I want flowers, photographs, warmth and comfort. A friend offered me some chairs, which I turned down flat because I did not want to furnish my new place with things I don’t like. Besides, I like the idea of acquiring things gradually, being selective, finding things with character and history.

This weekend I made a few purchases toward insuring that when I do get things that require hanging or assembling, I will be able to do just that. A drill, a set of drill bits and screwdriver heads, and a “workshop assortment” set of screws and bolts and all sorts of crap. It’s all very basic mind you, but essential to my plan.

I haz tools!

I hung two dragonfly hooks in the bathroom, a white board in the hallway and a beautiful antique plaque with “I am my beloved and my beloved is mine” inscribed in Aramaic. With each touch, this new place feels a little more like home.

It’s will probably take a little while time for that home feeling to settle in, but for now, I’m enjoying the little bits here and there.

Tags: Moving

Reflections The Night Before Moving Day

I’m tired. I’ve spent the last five days sorting through nearly a decade of my life and now I’m just tired. Emotionally, drained and simulteneously liberated. Excited and anxious…

I guess I should slow down a little…

For a while now, I’ve been on the hunt for a new place to live. There were several instances of premature excitement followed by subsequent disappointment, but this time its real. I found a flat closer to work, in a quiet little neighborhood in the OC (rolls eyes), with good schools, a fireplace, walk through closet, brand new carpet, paint, counters…everything. Its perfect.

But moving means having to pack; having to go through all the stuff I’ve accumulated for the eight years I’ve been in my current apartment. It’s a sort of deciding what baggage to take with me and what to leave behind. To be honest, I wanted to leave behind as much as possible because with all this transition, there must be something truly wonderful on the horizon. If I take too much baggage with me, I won’t have room.

So the clutter has been cleared and everything pretty much ready to be hauled away. Tomorrow begins a new adventure, a new chapter of my life, if you will. A step further closer to the manifestation of my developing prosperity consciousness. It is indeed a beautiful thing to understand what the bible means when it says, “I wish you would be in good health and prosper as your soul prospers.”

And that is exactly how I feel. As though I am prospering as my soul prospers. There was a time when my phone number changed every few months. Today I have the same cell phone number I have had for just over four years. I have been saving and paying down dept…becoming financially responsible and I am starting to see the rewards of such stewardship.

Tomorrow I move. It is as literal as it is symbolic; a fresh start, a new beginning. I’m a mash of emotions, but one this is certain: I’m going to be sleeping in my new room tomorrow. And what a beautiful sleep it will be.

Tags: Introspection, Moving, Spirituality

A Lession in Yearing with Caution

Ok so I missed another day. This 365 blogging is hard. I just forgot to post anything on Sunday. I am here today though, with bad news…

I didn’t get the apartment I wanted. le sigh

Thing is, it was a great apartment, in a quiet building, in a central location, brand new school a block away…I was perfect for mama and boy. Risky proposition though I may be – what with my crappy credit and all – she’d have worked with me…if only I had the money to move right away.

She was losing money everyday it was empty. She wanted to give it to me, but there was no way she could wait…not until March…not a month! To be honest it was a bit bold for me to ask. I’m talking prime real estate at a fantastic price.

I so wanted that to be the one.

Alas it was not or I would be celebrating…

I almost talked myself into wasting mine and her time by pretending I could come up with the money to move by February 1 – two weeks – when I have $200 in the bank and no real way of coming up with total move in costs.

The call was dropped as she gave me a glimmer of hope…I called back…If I could move in on the first it was mine. I could pay the holding fee, but if I wasn’t able to move by the first, I lost the apartment and the fee.

I wanted it…In my head it was mine.

“Ok,” I said. “I’ll come up with the money.”

She waffled, “Let me think about it…er…sleep on it. I’ll call you in the morning.”

I started thinking. Where was I realistically going to come up with $2200 in two weeks? I didn’t have any money saved and…well…let’s just say it was out of my current financial purview and I didn’t want to beg borrow and steal to pretend it was.

I called back after talking it over with my grandmother.

“I can’t realistically move by the first, so I don’t want to waste your time or my money…”

“I told you it was risky…” she said in an understanding tone.

“Thank you so much for your willingness.”

We said mumbled and awkward good-byes. My heart broke just a little.

I may have been yearning for that apartment all weekend, seeing myself living there already, but I had to exercise caution, lest that yearning make me do something stupid. If I had been prepared, I would have gotten what I wanted.

C’est la vive

Tags: 365 Fail, Apartment Hunting, Desire, Moving