lost

It doesn't feel real.

In two weeks we will be leaving our home for a small apartment.

There are some things I'm looking forward to: smaller bills, a pool, nice neighborhood to take walks in, and just a simpler life. However, I have to sell so many things. Plus, moving itself is a pain.

I suppose it just hasn't hit me full force either. Well, that isn't true. When we went to look at the apartment and sign the lease, oh it hit me. Seeing that tiny place, four rooms, ugh. We lived in an apartment before with two dogs and a cat, and it was a one bedroom, but I'm just so confused about it. I am looking forward to painting and decorating, but then we have to live there.

Did I mention it is on the top floor? Ugh.

This whole situation is just not fair. But we could have gone the easy route, there were people (many, in fact) that offered to help with our bills, but we didn't want to do that. We want to do it on our own, unlike so many others that we know.

So, I am just hoping that we can sell the things we need to so that we can start buying the stuff we need for the apartment. And maybe in two weeks, I'll be ok.