Day Seventy: Reality is Setting In

I stumbled into my house this morning in pajama pants and a little bit of sleep under my belt, and took to separating my clean clothes from my dirty ones from the night before. Almost immediately, my phone buzzed energetically. Much to my dismay, it was the realtor I've been dealing with about my apartment. While he is a very, very nice man, and quite efficient, he bothers me incessantly. I'm convinced he thinks I am running around in circles with absolutely no sense of time-management or responsibility. Although he almost always gives me good news, he calls more more times than not to bug me to do something that is going as quickly as possible, or something I haven't forgotten about that he is convinced I have.

"Hi Kristen!," he said. He went on, asking me (two weekend days after I picked it up) if my lawyer has had the opportunity to look over the copy of the lease we gave him, and when we could set up a time to sign. My lawyer, who also happens to be my uncle, had gotten the lease in his hands not two hours before my realtor called me. I was not pleased.

I told him patiently that he was reviewing the lease, and that when he got back to me, we could set up a time immediately to sign the lease. "Well the owner goes away for the weekends," he said warily. "We need to get it to him by the middle of the week, I would think, so he can sign it by the fifteenth." I was slightly annoyed. He could have gotten the lease to me a little sooner, or at least warned me that it was an extremely pressing issue, before calling me and bugging me for a day this week. But regardless of the phone conversation, the shock hit me after I got off the phone: I'm going to have a new place to live the middle of this week.

Although I knew it was coming up, it snuck up on me incredibly quickly. I would sign the lease this week, and move in next week. NEXT WEEK. Next week, half my belongings will be in another place, and this time next week, I will be living in a completely different place. It's a very weird concept. I am very ready, but psychologically, it's going to be extremely weird. I will not be living in the place that I have called home for the past twenty-four years of my life. I will have a new home. I'll use a different shower, cook in a different kitchen, and sleep in a different bed.

This is going to take some adjustment.