sunday thoughts
because what in the actual f&$*?!
I’ve moved every year since 2012, you’d think that packing and unpacking a whole apt would be my point of expertise by now. But it’s not, not even close. If anything I’ve gotten worse. I know, make it make sense self. Adding 2 kiddos definitely has not made it any easier. I use to really like seeing new apts and dreaming of how I could transform the place. I’ve found this year that I was not enjoying the process. It might had something with the weather and over 90 degree’s in Texas heat. Not freakin fun. And maybe it’s just me but half the leasing agents we met up with weren’t as welcoming as they use to be. Makes the tour awkward.
We found a place last weekend, set the moving date, notified our movers. Only for the complex to say we were denied and there’s nothing I could do to fix it. Despite the we’ll do anything we can to get ya’ll in here. Not just that, but they were pretty rude about it as well. That caused me to stress out all last week, I tried to think of it as a sign from the universe that there’s something better out there, you’ll find it.