So I mentioned in my October 12 of 12 that I was in the middle of moving.  Tomorrow is the official big move day.  The U-haul has been rented and the boxes are packed and Cory is getting here at 11am to help me move my mattress, TV and wardobe boxes.  OK, I'll most likely make him help me move the rest of the boxes as well because what's the point of having a fake boyfriend if you can't make him do manual labor when you need it?

The move has come about for a couple of reasons - mainly that my roommates are married now and they'd like to live as a couple and not like three roommates, which is definitely the situation we're in. Works out great for me, but I know they're itching to have the place to themselves.  Also, they're trying to have a family, so whenever that happens, I'd have to leave anyway since my room would be the nursery.  So there are no hard feelings, I'm not being kicked out nor am I leaving in a huff because Dan used my bathroom again...and didn't flush...again. 

Honestly this is really hard.  I like it here (regardless of the issues that come with living with an oblivious male) and after four years here this really feels like home.  I'm comfortable and relaxed here - considering how zany my life is, it's such a comfort to come home and really feel like I belong here.  Of course I hope this will be the same case with the new place I'm moving into, but you never know, and that's unsettling.

I'll be basically keeping the same situation - renting a room from someone that owns and lives in the house.  I'll have my own space, my own bathroom (with the promise that I'm the only one using it), I won't have as big of a closet as I do now, but I'm gaining a sliding glass door that leads to a perfect little patio over looking a golf-course style lake.  Lovely.  In fact, as I was building IKEA furniture in my new room today, I had the door open and could hear all the little ducks in the lake splashing and quaking and it made me feel so relaxed.

Speaking of IKEA building...LOOK AT ME!!

     

This only took me THREE HOURS, but it was soooo worth it. I love it. 

   

These only took me an hour....ok, and a half.  And don't look too closely at that bookshelf, I know that middle, non-movable shelf is backwards, but I couldn't take the whole thing apart at that point. That's the bad part about IKEA furniture - once you secure those little screw fasteners over the bolts, it's pretty much impossible to remove them.  Plus I'd already nailed the back to the shelf, so even if I'd been able to take it apart and reverse the shelf, there would have been nail holes all through it.  So I went to Home Depot and got a stain to match the wood and I'm going to make it look a little less janky.  I hope.

So I'm back home...home for at least one more night.  I'm trying to keep it together, but every time Shelby comes in and looks at me with her big puppy eyes I want to cry.  The cute, little fuzz-butt is definitely the hardest part about moving.  I know I'll see her again and visit with and go out with Lyn on occasion, but I'll never be back here with Shelby on my bed or have her greet me when I walk through the door after a long day at work or know that even if I'm coming home to an empty house, there's always a Shelby-dog to keep me company.  Not that she'd protect me from anything or anyone, but she's comforting all the same.

Shelby is fast asleep next to me; Lyn is home and Bug usually sleeps with her, but it's almost like she knows it's my last night here and is keeping me company while I'm sad. 

Ok, time for me to sleep. My back is killing me, my arms are sore and I've got so much left to do tomorrow.  OY, where are the moving fairies??!!??  This is when I need a real boyfriend.  Between Cory and a real boyfriend, just imagine the manual labor I could get done.