This is going to be a very hectic week…
We are signing a lease on Wednesday (*fingers crossed*) but not on the almost perfect apartment.
About two week ago, we saw this place that I dubbed “the safety apartment” – a place I would feel comfortable living in that I knew would approve us as tenants (yes, kind of like a safety school).
It was good space wise, in an area we were already familiar with, keeps our son in his current school district and is a price point that we are both comfortable with. We saw it and were the first to submit all the paperwork required so this was more of a place to have as an option. I told the boyfriend that if the almost perfect apartment came through before we signed the lease, we could move there but that I had some reservations about us living there.
Although I loved a lot of things about the almost perfect apartment (*wipes a tear away for the in unit washer & dryer*), the more I thought about what we would need while living with a baby, the more I realized this space wouldn’t work for us past a certain point. Factor in waiting on this one inspection that has been on hold for close to six months because of a serious backlog beyond the control of the owner or broker and we could find ourselves waiting for a long time to hear that the place is officially move in ready. We could also find ourselves scrambling for another place in 4 months which may not be close to what we were looking for.
But still, I decided to be open minded (because the boyfriend loved it a lot especially since the broker was a friend)… until I couldn’t sleep at night thinking about how our apartment is currently half packed up because I can’t push myself to finishing packing because I don’t have a date to move into a place. I started thinking about how baby #2 can come at any moment and how unprepared I felt because I couldn’t buy the things I wanted to buy because we were lacking space. I started thinking about all the things I hate about this apartment building and the idea of living here with a baby made me miserable.
The end result? High blood pressure at my doctor’s appointment a few days later – the #1 thing I do not need right now. So I made a pro/con/neutral list for both apartments and showed it to my boyfriend. Putting it down on paper made it clear to me that the safety apartment had the most important factor – SPACE – which was the one thing the almost perfect apartment was limited on. The boyfriend agreed to move to the safety apartment because at the end of the day, we both want out of this apartment for different reasons.
I slept so peacefully after we agreed to take the safety apartment so I know this is the right decision for many reasons.
Now to survive finishing up packing, moving and unpacking without having baby #2 arrive early.
Eeeeeeeek! This is a tall order considering how quickly time is winding down. I am even considering leaving work a week earlier to get everything done.
This is definitely one of those times I wish I had local friends and family that I could count on to actually help me with all the things I need and want to do. I think that has been one thought I have had a lot these past few months. I can’t remember the last time someone has invited me to do something or asked if I needed anything and meant it.
It has just reinforced to me the fact that many relationships and friendships aren’t and haven’t been what they seemed for a long time and that it’s okay because I am just looking forward to all the positive things that are coming into my life to hold on to space for people that are no longer interested in being in it.
C’est la vie!
Filed under: family ties, pregnancy, relationships, welcome to my life Tagged: apartment hunting, friendships, moving, pregnancy, relationships, third trimester pregnancy, work life
