Compromises + Moving

Here is the short and really positive version of this post: We're moving! It has two bedrooms! Vaulted ceilings! A window facing north so that I don't have to take so many photos with my flash!

Here is the long and more detailed version of this post: Last week, we got good news. We've been wanting to move to a new neighborhood in San Diego for a long time, except that our lease was up in July, which was when we got married. Getting married + Moving=Headache I Did Not Want To Deal With. So we renewed our lease.

Last week we got a letter.

Dear Mo, remember how you want to move to the beach and live next door to your best girlfriend? Well, now you can! We're changing your lease from 12 months, to month to month, just because we love you! Pack up the cat and get out of here. Off you go to a cuter neighborhood that has a coffee shop other than Starbucks, go now! Love, the apartment fairies

I was so excited that I was thisclose to packing up our first box of stuff. 

But we didn't end up looking at new apartments, and the boy halted my craigslist research, to which I responded with wwwhhhhhhhhhhhyyyyy.

For very pragmatic reasons that the boy pointed out, ie proximity to both of our workplaces, cheaper rent, and a washer/dryer in the unit, we're staying in our complex but just moving to another unit with more space. Sigh, I was so close to leaving, so close.

This is a good thing, it really is, more space! Huzzah! I'm just being a big baby and just had held too many fantasies of walking outside and doing yoga on the beach. Maybe one day my friends. 

Dear Mo, before you move, you might want to check out that anonymous bag of clothes...or that box of files you haven't touched since 2007...or those toiletries you ignore in the back of the closet. Just sayin'. Love, the apartment fairies