Over the past three years I have lived in four different apartments. At noon on Sunday I will be adding a fifth residence to this list. While at the time of lease signing/first seeing this apartment (OMG IT IS SO CUTE. THE ONE!1!!) it seemed like a normal, good decision, I really do not feel that way right now.
Let me break my neurotic, crazy brain down for you. The season of Fall makes me drunk and/or like an innocent child with her heart and mind open to everything. This is stupid. I am stupid. During my last three month binge on life, I was idiot and signed a new lease. I was not thinking about how I would be eating white rice at 11:22 PM too cure my upset stomach the night before move-out because A. I ate too many of my old oxycodons (sleeping is so hard) and B. I have anxiety streaming out of my every pore. These were not factors. My thoughts were the following:
1. OMGOD. I can paint the walls. I am going to paint murals of my cats and cats that I wish I owned and cats that only I can see because they are imaginary and/or paint a wall gold.
2. I like that kitchen. Yup. Prime lasagna making location.
3. It will be nice to move. A fresh start, ya know?!
4. Bars everywhere. I want to be drunk on alcohol AND life all at the same time!
5. $$$ saved so I can spend it at bars mentioned above.
Each of these is a VERY POOR reason to move. Number 2 might be sort of legitimate because that is really important to me, and the oven I currently am working with could probably not even fit my lasagna pan. But, still. If I could trade this very moment and all the moments from now until Sunday night in exchange for either A. not moving at all or B. someone(s) doing it for me, I would do that.
Moral of this post: Come help me move tomorrow and I will buy you alcohol and/or anything from the black market.
xo - MS, oak
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