I'm Real People Now

Okay I'm almost real people. This past semester was my last semester of college so I'm done for good unless insanity strikes and I decide to go to grad school or go back to teaching. But until then I am done and this was very, very exciting... Until reality started setting in. I'm a college graduate now, I need a job, a real job, to pay bills, all sorts of bills. There are bills that I never even knew existed up until this point.

I should probably back up a bit. Before the start of this school year boyfriend Josh and I decided that we were tired of winter and living with our parents (whom we still love) and decided to move. After doing a bit of research on where we wanted to go, what jobs were around what areas, and other factors we decided on North Carolina. We started looking at places and even went down for a week this past August to look at apartments.

It was pretty cool and we loved the area so we decided to apply for an apartment. Fast forward a few months later and we were told we had been approved for the apartment and would be put on a wait list for any apartments in February. We went on finishing up our last semesters excited about the idea that we would be moving. Fast forward till now. It's January and we've picked our apartment, we even signed the lease for it. You know that excitement before I mentioned? About the idea of moving in? Yeah, well now it's excitement mixed with "Oh shit, we're actually moving in a month," mixed with "Oh wait we need renter's insurance?", "We need jobs!" and with a health dose of "How are we going to get all this stuff down there?"

The move is still exciting and we are looking forward to it but as I'm sure most people are aware of, picking up and moving from one state to another is a special kind of burning place of damnation. The kind of Hell where everything you have to do beforehand is always in the state you're not currently in. The kind of Hell where you have little to no idea what is important to bring with out and what you should just throw out because when on Earth are you going to use a broken samurai sword? The special kind of Hell where you're still living with both of your parents and all of your stuff is conveniently split up into two separate houses.

That particularly has been kind of a pain, or a lot of one. We've been slowly moving all of my stuff from my house to boyfriend's house and then packing it into a POD, which is just a large storage unit that gets delivered from one place to wherever you want it to go. As a result we've spent a pretty good amount of time at both houses.

Which was not so bad but different enough that our gliders noticed. It was so different in fact, that Momo felt the need to comment on it every night we stayed at my house. When they come to my house both Momo and her new sister Kiki, stay in a small travel cage.

This is Kiki :)

 Every, single, night in that cage Momo feels the need to come remind us that they're not in their normal cage and something weird is going on. This would be adorable because she makes this face:

Wat's wrong Mommy?

Except that she does this every morning at 3 am. Every 3 a.m we woke up to barking alerting us to the fact that we were somewhere different.

We've had to do this for a few weeks and she still hasn't quite figured it out. There's still a month before it have to move and still a few trips to my house in between now and then. It's going to be a bit of a pain but we'll muscle through it. In the meantime I'll keep posting our trials and pains for the amusement of the internet.