A Plan

Like most, I enjoy life so much more when I have a plan. I almost always take great detours from these plans but at least there's an initial jumping off point. Artistic liberties are all well and good (I take a lot of them) but I like to have a very basic plan in place so I feel like I've at least accomplished something. You know, like when you make your bed in the morning so at least you know you've accomplished one thing before the rest of your day takes a downward spiral? Except then I read that making your bed actually traps dust mites and other nasty stuff so being a slob is actually healthy. Who knew?!

Just don't tell my kids. They'll be all "Challenge: ACCEPTED" to up their slob game and I can't deal. Of course, I'm also looking for a place to live where they will be guests instead of daily inhabitants so my life is about to get really weird. I've been trying to talk it up for a while now but it just feels...empty.

Anyway, I went on an adventure today. My quest? To find toilet paper for my mom. Someone posted on social media that there was some at a Mexican grocery store in the next town so I took off and scored some. Now, every time anyone uses toilet paper at her house they'll basically become bilingual. It's very fancy.

In a ploy to get her out of the house (she's stir crazy but we agree she doesn't really need to GO anywhere) I asked her if she wanted to come pick it up from my house because it's not her house and she readily agreed. When she came over I asked her to be my secretary and jot down a list of things I needed to do, first and foremost, to make my house ready to show. I threw a bunch of stuff in the dumpster and organized boxes until I ran out of packing tape and then I put her to work looking up apartments.

She asked a bunch of questions, I answered them, and then I got into the idea of looking for apartments so we left to drive around. You know, as it was getting dark and starting to rain, aka the perfect time to go look at complexes and get a feel for the area. (insert eye roll here)

We made our way through the area that I had designated as potential prospects and made a few notes...jotted some more names down, scratched some off (although she was sneaky and just made "probably not but still look them up" notes on them instead of them being "dead to me" like I might've said once or twice). It was fun, just driving around and trying to figure out where in the heck the leasing offices actually were because...I don't know, man...apartment complexes have doubled in size. Either that or my last one, 5 years ago, was really small. Wow, has it really been 5 years since I've lived in an apartment? I don't miss it...except for the speedy maintenance service.

I came home and went through the list, looking for floorplans, availability, and price. Then I emailed my apartment locator guy, gave him my thoughts, and said, "It's in your hands now. No pressure." or something like that.

We'll see if he responds. It does seem entirely likely that I will not get to see or tour even the office of anywhere I move in May, IF I even get to move because of this whole pandemic.

It's weird.

Aubs