Pardon the venting...
The packing is pretty much done besides taking things like the computer apart. Today we made the obligatory Home Depot/Ikea run fro a new A/C and curtains. I don't know how other people live without Ikea, really I don't.
Anyway, I guess sincethe frantic packing is over, the depression has set in. I really am not thrilled with the new place, and neither is my husband. I looked at so many places, and nothing was close to the size of this place and met the other requirements. I guess I'm spoiled. I am now in a very Gentrified neighborhood and a historically renovated apartment. The new place is in a shadier area (just five blocks away- the joys of urban living). I don't hink i'm going to get shot or anything, but it's a bit close to the West Philly DMZ then I'd like. The apartment isn't a pit or anything either- it has a new kitchen and lots of light. The hardwood is in bad shape and the lack of closets is going to be interesting. I guess I'm just spoiled. Really-how many 1 bedrooms have fireplaces and 2 walk in closets?
I keep telling myself it's just for a year until we find a house, but a year seems a long way off. I keep looking around at my pretty-pretty apartment with a friggin' castle next door, and I'm sad.