Wow.

The world, it is a changing.

I defrosted the fridge for the last time yesterday.

This morning, I quite possibly took my last shower without a bathtub.

The countdown has begun to finally leave the bad juju of Li'l Mama behind.

We got the apartment.

Tuesday we looked at it, loved it, filled out the paperwork.

Wednesday we received a call saying we had been approved.

Thursday I am packing.

Friday we are signing the lease.

Saturday and Sunday, we are moving.

Monday night, housewarming Monday.

If only you could feel the pounding in my chest, the heaviness in my stomach. We haven't moved in over seven years, and we have a LOT of crap to pack and I don't even know where to start.

Despite all that, it's happening. We're moving. We are taking that next big step in our lives and getting the hell outta dodge. Not much more then "wow" describes what's going on.

Everyone is so happy for us. Prissy almost can't contain herself because of the happy thought of never having to come to this building (with all it's drama and history) to visit us again, she's bringing boxes for us tonight. So many other people have also offered to help. It looks like my mom will be renting the U-Haul for us, which is a nice perk, and Tall might not go away for the weekend just so he can help, also awesome. The hubby got the weekend off (paid vacation days) so hopefully this will be an efficient move with all of us pitching in.

After this weekend I'll be without the internet until Tuesday, the price of moving the service but I'm sure my blog will survive without me, it always has. I'll have plenty of pictures of the new place to put on my public blog, what it looks like bare and then filled with all of our secondhand crap, should be interesting, huh?

Our Monday nighters will be pleased, the place is huge compared to this one, at least double. Our apartment now is probably smaller then just the downstairs of the new place. Like I said, big changes.

Today and tomorrow will be the last time I have to pay to do a load of laundry or do the dishes by hand because there is a washer, dryer and a dishwasher. It will be the last time I have to sit in line to wait for the bathroom because there will be two of them. It will be the last time we have to fight for hot water because the water heater here was never meant to service six apartments and several businesses. I'll never again have to lug groceries up our over two dozen stairs, or fight for a parking spot or listen to another bar fight. (Halloween night, a really decent guy was killed in a fight right outside our bar next door, it's a sad hit to reality to know something like that happened so close.)

It's a new adventure, this whole moving thing. We went years without so much of a hint of progress and then all of a sudden everything is happening at once. It's a rush. It's scary. But there's no doubt about it, it's happening.

If I don't manage to keep you updated before we loose internet for a few days, I'll have a nice big juicy post for when I get back online. Sounds fair, right? I just want to say thank you to my dear blog and my even more dear doppelganger for your support, I can sure use it right now and you know how to deliver, so again, thanks.

Patience is a virtue...

...that for me, will be thoroughly be tested over the next few days.

We saw the apartment today. THE apartment. The one we have dreamed about, the one we have called about for almost a year, the one that has everything on our list. A two bedroom townhouse, one and a half baths, huge closets (as in plural, more then one, ) a dishwasher, a washer and dryer, an enclosed back patio. One sad note. They raised the rent. Instead of fifty dollars a month more then we are paying now, it's two hundred dollars more a month. There's a price for perfection.

The hubby says we should still do it, if we get accepted, find a way to make it happen and just do it. This could be THE opportunity and we could only blame ourselves if we pass it up. There was no application fee.

We filled one out.

We should know by Thursday.

I don't want to jinx it, but we could be in before Thanksgiving.

My stomach hurts.

I don't want to get my hopes up, and even if we are accepted, there is still the struggle of affording it. I've already promised to apply for a job at the little market down the block from this new place if we get it. Our Bum plans on getting a new job. After we move, the hubby plans on getting a new job. It will work, right? Is this pit sitting in the base of my stomach nerves or dread?

Prissy is learning to read Tarot cards, I wonder if a reading would reveal the financial future that could possibly drive us into ruin. I'm being pessimistic, I know, this isn't a new trait.

I want to dream. I want to picture where to put the couch opposite the television so the hubby and I can reclaim the most comfortable seats in the house. I want to imagine the back patio with the barbeque and some chairs and a table and a bunch of friends on a Monday night. I want to believe in a future that doesn't involve defrosting the fridge once every week and a half, or where the toilet doesn't run at random times all day and night. I like the idea of actually being able to take a fucking bath because I haven't had a bathtub in over seven years.

But, I'm scared. Scared that we'll get rejected, and if not rejected that we won't be able to afford it at some point. Ugh. Mixed blessings. I can't wait to be excited. Maybe I can relax a little after Thursday.

Cross your fingers, say your prayers, send check or money order to... yeah, whatever, just wish us luck.

Ooooo, juicy P.S.: You know how Li'l Mama keeps complaining about the smell of smoke in her apartment? Ha! Maybe she should quit smoking then. Looks like my suspicions were true and she's trying to hide that dirty little secret from her baby-daddy. Hehe. It made my day to find that one out.