Let The Mayhem Begin!

I am moving in less than a month.

An apartment has been secured. The lease will be signed this coming weekend, after which we will drive back to NYC at the speed of light in order to attend the karaoke party that I'd previously planned for that night.

I have to give notice to The Boss. I psyched myself up all weekend, worried all night, rehearsed the speech wherein I say things like "It's not you, it's me" and feel like I'm breaking up with someone even though I'm not. I planned my entire day around it, and is he here? No! Another anxious night.

PW is coming over for gorgonzola ravioli with TBD sauce tonight. So begins the month-long marathon of socializing with those who will be missed. I am going to miss The Girls at work, R, and three friends to the point of being crippled with sadness. I will miss other people and things, but I don't think I'll be sad. I never really planted roots here.

D and I are both thrilled about our apartment. We brought D's little camera but forgot to take pictures because we were far too busy bouncing around and mouthing "This is apartment is AWE-some" behind the realtor's back. We have plenty of photos of the 9 apartments we didn't want.

Apartment hunting in MA isn't nearly as painful as it is here. We actually liked the realtor. There isn't even a fee!

We have to start selling things on Craigslist. We have to dump three dressers, a TV and fireplace utensils before we leave. We'll buy a new dresser, new TV, and bigger bed (!) when we get to MA. The guests will be able to sleep on the old bed, which will be in the spare bedroom, because there is going to be a spare bedroom. The realtors were confused when we criticized certain apartments as being "too big," but coming from NYC one is without extra anything.

The weekend was nice. I was enthusiastic after having finally sold the piano. I located the light meter I need for school on Craigslist. I received a phone call from the delinquent piano movers from the last move apologizing a year later and offering me a discount on my next move for not telling the person who bought the piano that their services suck. I got my federal return. I got an award at work. Things between D and I have been spectacular. Things on the list are being crossed out one after another.

It was nice but intense to see Mother. I asked her not to get between Father and I, and told her that I'll handle things whenever and however I see fit. I told her I didn't think it was her place to be intervening, or really to be talking to him at all. She agreed, of course, and we commisserated about critical families and she supported my stance on not attending Easter.

I got to see Sister, too. We devoured food at Diva. Is there anything better than lentil soup? No, there is not. We got drinks at The Burren. A text message snafu had us baffled. Boy issues abound, but I think they are taken care of, which is good because I really like her with him, and I like him too.

D and I spontaneously went to see Low with Loney, Dear at the Somerville Theater after running into them on the street. I would go to shows all the time if I could always sit down and eat popcorn.

The pace from now on is going to be intense. Once I give my notice at work things will pile up. I'll be out every night, and will pack late-night. I have to figure out what to do with Father, because I don't really have the time nor the energy to confront this right now. I don't have the resources. I want to preserve the good mood and harness the positivity so I can enjoy every minute of my last month here. I wish he would understand it if I told him that, but he is incapable of operating on that level. I guess I have to be selfish (much like my refusal to attend Easter), or selfish to the extent that I can't really be involved with his issues right now.

I have to get my hair cut and glasses fixed and pick up the dry cleaning that the dog from the apartment with the huge TV slobbered all over. I have to clean my apartment before people come over this weekend. I think the doctor's appointments are pretty much done as of this morning. PW tonight, T and T tomorrow night, NR on Thursday and then Boston again on Friday and Saturday am. Brother and Sister and other people coming over before karaoke on Saturday night. Then recovery (probably laundry of some sort and Craigslist posting) before it all begins again on Monday - that week will be dinner with the Photography Girls, dinner with LL, hopefully one last movie and brunch with E, furniture shopping, oh my!

But it doesn't matter, because I will have time off between the mayhem and school. I am psyching myself up to get my driver's license. I hope to get a part time job at the movie theater that I can keep during school so I can get free movie tickets and therefore have no expenses other than food and apartment-related upkeep. Living in the burbs will prevent any sort of social life from happening, so no money will be spent.

I have to find a recipe now for some sort of light-ish sauce to put over gorgonzola ravioli. I am secretly hoping that the Amish Market has something perfect in jar form, although I am reluctant to buy anything for fear of having to move it. Then again, buying herbs etc. that I won't be able to use because I probably won't be home for dinner ever again is probably a bad idea as well.

I don't know. I'll figure it out.

Until whenever...