Adventures of a Midwest Transplant

Falling Through The Cracks: My Apartment

My life has a lot going on right now.  Starting in mid-May, things just took off and haven’t really slowed down. I got a new job that I love working in organ and tissue donation. I got engaged to man who is my best friend. I moved out of my parents’ house and into a new apartment with the new fiancé. These are events that, while happy, definitely added stress to my world.

The last six months have been spent working 12 hour shifts, planning a wedding that seems to get bigger every week, laying the groundwork for a marriage that will last as long as my parents’ marriage (32 years and counting), and also trying to maintain relationships with the people who mattered before the fiancé came along.

With all this going on, I’ve been very busy. I’ve been able to juggle a lot of balls. I’m not neglecting too many of my friends. I’m very good at my job. The fiancé and I pretty much still feel full swing in our honeymoon phase. The wedding planning is moving along, managing not to fall apart at the seams even as I lose my ability to make decisions.

Something had to give. The title has already told you it’s our apartment. It’s atrocious. We never unpacked. We only moved in… um… almost 4 months ago. How long should it take one to unpack? I’ve lived in 4 apartments already and each time it took me three days.

I can’t blame the fiancé though because he didn’t have that much stuff. We just always have so much going on and I can’t seem to find the time or the will to make it happen. But we can’t take it anymore. We have decided to get it together. We want our home to be a place we’re happy to come back to.

Right now when I come home, I get right into bed and go to sleep, or I go right to the couch and put on a movie. Anything to keep from having to look at the rest of our place. All our friends and family have been to the house, so they can’t really shame us into doing better.

I’m hoping that by talking about it on the internet, we’ll finally get it together. We simply have to unpack. Well, after we unpack, there’s more. We have to sort through all our stuff and pare down. The fiancé never bothered trying to make all his stuff fit into available storage, so he doesn’t get that he shouldn’t have more shirts than he has closet space for. For me that applies to books, decorations, belts, purses, shoes, etc.

Yeah… we have a lot of work to do. In my next post about my apartment, I’m going to put up “Before” pictures. Wish me luck that my transformation of our apartment from just-moved-in to home-sweet-home actually ends well!

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6 responses

  1. justmarriedgirl

    Good luck! You’ll get there. We still have a few remaining boxes in our living room, and we’ve been here for sixteen months! Sigh.

    October 17, 2011 at 10:18

    • I feel your pain! We won’t make it to 16 months though because we’re moving again when our lease is up.

      October 19, 2011 at 16:26

  2. Since you stopped by my blog I’ve had a little tour of your different blogs…you seem like a VERY motivated person. I’m sure your new home will be wonderful very soon 🙂

    October 18, 2011 at 14:37

    • I hope you’re right!

      October 19, 2011 at 16:27

  3. Maybe the fact that you’re moving is mentally keeping you from unpacking??

    Good luck, anyway!!

    -Lucky

    October 20, 2011 at 09:39

    • You might be right. I think that was part of it. But writing the post about it kind of gave me a kick in the pants.

      October 21, 2011 at 00:30