The New Place

Oh gracious, things are so busy in my life right now that I have so much to catch up on on this thing, and can’t remember how much I’ve left off. Plus, it doesn’t help that I don’t have internet access at my apartment right now, so it’s not like I can even check on what was the last thing I wrote.

I know I haven’t written about my new apartment yet though, so I’m safe to write about that. We got the keys Friday, August, 14th and that’s the day that I moved the majority of my stuff in. Can I just say that I’m such a good little mover? I mean for real. I have packed up a bunch of stuff Thursday night, and when I moved it into the living room, it looked like a lot of stuff. But, thanks to helping my Dad pack the car all the time for trips and moves and the like, I got most everything that I had loaded into the living room into my car. Oh, not only am I good at packing the car, but I’m a lot stronger than I look. I was jogging in and out of the apartment, lugging big ol’ boxes, and making this move super quick. I drove Alysha up with me to pick up the keys and she helped me move my stuff in. Then we headed back so that I could pack up the rest of my stuff.

The rest of my stuff plus some of Alysha’s bags filled up another car load (oh, by the way, I used my old car to move my things, in case you were wondering how helpful the Miata would be in a move). I think we went back one more time and filled my car with Alysha’s things one more time before staying and organizing for a little bit. By Friday night, I had a good portion of my belongings out of Carriage Cove and organized in Millano Village.

Saturday morning I went to the new place again to organize a little bit more, but mostly to wait for my bed to be delivered. It’s pretty lame when they tell you, “It will be delivered sometime between 10am and 2pm” (although later this week I was given an even worse time frame but without the stipulation that I had to be there). The delivery guys called me around noon and told me they were 20 minutes away but then didn’t show up for another hour and 20 minutes. Lame! I meant to be more productive on Saturday by cleaning the old apartment and getting ready for cleaning checks, but I was stuck in the new place all morning, then left just in time to make it to the ward closing social, and then had to look for Alysha’s missing debit card before going on a date. The date was scheduled early enough to give me time to get cleaning done that night, but then Janeen stopped by to say hi, and since we hardly see her anymore, it was more worth it to visit with her. So my whole Saturday was full, which meant that my Saturday late night was spent cleaning my room and a little bit of the bathroom.

I wasn’t able to clean everything Saturday night, which meant that unfortunately I had to spent quite a bit of time on Sunday cleaning. I was so irritated. At myself, of course, for not scheduling better and not prioritizing well enough, but definitely at Carriage Cove for having such absurd standards of cleaning where they charge you an arm and a leg if you fail, and then don’t actually come in and clean it themselves. The worst part of cleaning checks was cleaning the tub. I cleaned it 5 different times with 5 different chemicals (poor Alysha was suffocating in her room because it’s attached to the bathroom) and I was still worried that it wouldn’t pass. Those darned hard water stains that have been on the tub for 30 years, are REALLY hard to get off.

Finally I gave in and walked away knowing I had done all I could with that tub. I packed up the last loose ends of my things and had Alysha drive my old car up while I drove my new car up to the new place. Sunday night was amazing because I had the whole apartment to myself. At one point in time Jess and I had a talk about how we could never live alone because it would be too sad. I now rescind any comments I made in that conversation. I LOVED having the place to myself. And I know that eventually it probably would get pretty lonely, but Sunday and Monday nights were fan-flippin-tastic.

About the new place: it’s way more sophisticated than student housing. It’s not just white walls, they’re painted tan/beige/whatever and there’s crown molding on the ceiling. The carpet is new and fluffy and is something you feel comfortable walking on, not like in the student housing where you feel like you always have to wear shoes and/or socks in order to not have you feet turn black. The kitchen has granite (?) counter tops and knotted wood cabinets. There is more than enough cabinet room to hold all of our cookware, and it is super nice to have a side-by-side fridge and freezer so that everyone can claim a shelf in the freezer instead of always stacking food up and throwing it in a big nasty pile in the ice box. There is a wash room with a washer and dryer (that’s nice! Although I’m worried Jess is going to run up the water bill by doing too much laundry now that it’s right there.) Alysha and I share a bathroom that has a nice deep tub. My room has a great view of Utah lake and faces the west so that I get to watch the sunset but don’t have to worry about sunrise waking me up when I don’t want to get up that early. My closet isn’t too shabby, it has four different sections with three clothes rods and then one top shelf. A definite upgrade from the closet I was using before. I don’t have a desk yet, so there are still a few boxes with office supplies in it that I don’t know where they should go, but other than that, my belongings seem to be fitting in the room quite well.

Yep, I’m pretty excited about this place, and I also very much appreciate the fact that it’s 6 minutes from work. Unfortunately (and I’m not exaggerating) 3 of those minutes are me sitting at the light at the end of our street. And I’m sure I’ve forgotten details about my apartment, but hopefully the pictures can speak for themselves a little bit.