I have a couple of unfinished posts in my “drafts” category from the last week and a half that probably won’t see the “publish” button. Here are some of those thoughts (and others):

• My pre-delivery inspection (PDI) went well: only minor complaints were noted. I decided against hiring an outside inspector to join us during this PDI (did I mention I was considering it?) because I’m trying to keep costs down and any important thing that an inspector would find relating to either the materials that make up the place or the structural integrity of the place, is covered by warranty for a year, minimum, so it might be more beneficial to have the inspector come in six months to a year from now, when everything is in place (the balconies are not yet finished), and anything that he notices can be taken up with the builder at that time.
• I cannot believe I get the keys to the place in three days. My stomach gets knotty when I think about it. I know I’ll be thrilled to have my own place, and if I were to make a list of all the positives of this move, I’d fill a sheet of paper without much trouble. However, I am seriously having second thoughts and I can’t say with 100% certainty that I’d make this same move at this time if I could do it again: not surprisingly, I’d have delayed it a year or two. Why? Just to have more time at home. Why? I don’t know. Yes, I know I don’t want to live at home forever, and it did feel like it was time, but I wonder if I got carried away with my whole “I can’t live at home forever, waiting for Prince Charming to sweep me away”, and other girl power declarations. I’m going to miss my family sooo much. It’s uncool to say that but I don’t care. I will miss them a lot, and even though I’m not moving out of the city it won’t be the same, it’ll never be the same again. Maybe I’m just nervous, maybe all of this makes me a big mama’s and daddy’s girl but that’s the truth of it. I don’t need any comfort, I just need to be fair to the feelings I’m having, and the tears that will try to drown me this week (especially since moving week happens to fall during the time of the month where I prove again that I am not pregnant). I know I’ll be fine.
• I’m blessed with wonderfully supportive family and friends. I have had more people that I need offer to help with the move, so I need to figure out how many people I actually need and tell them when and where to show up. I need to look into renting a truck and get ORGANIZED.
• My packing is coming along. I bought labels for my many boxes and plastic storage containers, but the labels are permanent and I don’t want them stuck directly to my “Rubbermaid” containers because of that. I’m therefore wrestling with packing tape and the labels (which will remain stuck to their backing). My room is so cluttered that I don’t have a spot to stack packed boxes. It’s very annoying.
• I have the following large items to bring with me:
  • my mattress and boxspring
  • a bookshelf/display cabinet thingy
  • a diningroom table and 4 chairs
• I was going to take the time to do a really good purge of school material I hadn’t yet gotten rid of, paystubs from my first job at age 14 onwards, newspaper and magazine articles I have clipped in the past, and craft supplies I don’t need, but I don’t have that kind of time anymore (surprise!). That junk will be coming with me to my new place. Perhaps on those nights when taking the bus to visit my family sounds like too much work, or I’m suffering from insomnia, I can tackle the boxes.
• I’m tempted to move everything myself because I’m already shuddering at the thought of my walls being marked up and my carpet dirtied by people on moving day. We’re usually a tad more careless with other people’s belongings so I’d like to minimize the chances of dirt or stains happening. It was suggested that some of us could stay in the house and receive boxes from people unloading the moving van and that makes great sense, and should calm me down a bit. I’m also cringing at the thought of my carpets and the pizza and drinks that will be offered to thank my friends and family. Can I insist they eat and drink in the kitchen and nook? Will they look at me in horror?
• I will be car-less for a while. I have no idea how long. I doubt I will enjoy it. I have come to depend on having an automobile around when the urge to go to Walmart comes. I will live closer to a Walmart but it’s a long walk…I plan to walk it and time it one day.
• I bought a broom and dustpan last night. All I need are sponges and garbage bags then I’ll feel officially ready for this move.

I’ll stop there…Happy Easter!

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