I didn’t know that moving my stuff into storage would cause so many questions.
Oh, you and your questions!
It’s really not a big secret – here’s the deal. My lease is up at the end of March. I’ve loved this apartment – truly, more than any other physical space I’ve ever occupied. But parking is atrocious. It’s expensive. And given my bizarre neighbors, as well as a landlord who entered my apartment last week when I was out of town, turned on the oven, and left it on for the SIX DAYS until I returned, I don’t know. It just seemed like the right time to go.
I thought about finding another place right away, but then I remembered that April is going to be crazy. I’m driving 5 hours away for a dentist appointment. I’m going to Boston to see Christina. Julie’s getting married in Kansas City. And I’ll be in Nashville for the week before the half-marathon (which I will walk, not run – no shame). Why pay rent for a month that involves a lot of travel?
So, I moved my stuff into storage.
Totally annoying, I know. It means that I will have to move twice. That is the pits.
But then, I think of the money I will save. And because I do enjoy a small cushion of sweet, sweet cash (that, according to my track record, will probably be spent on some random emergency before I even see it), it all feels strangely worth it.
I’ll figure out the next step, the next place, the next home when I get back to Denver in May.
Now we are all on the same page. It happens to be blank. But at least we’re here together. [snuggle snuggle]