Friday night was my last night in my apartment. It was a bittersweet (mostly sweet) moment. Let's be honest, all year I've spent as little time there as possible & it never really felt like home.
I had a half day at work on Friday. I had an interview that afternoon & I honestly have no idea how it went. There were certain parts that I felt like I rocked, & certain people that I felt like I won over, & other parts where I was sure they were sitting there thinking "this girl is full of shit." It probably didn't help that that morning I had applied for a job that last year I had applied for, interviewed for, & came in 2nd for. I want that job & it's available again. So while I need a job, & the one I interviewed for would be a great job, I couldn't help but really want the other one.
After the interview I had planned on packing a few things so that I could put them into storage when I went to go get the unit later that day. That didn't happen. What did happen was a nap, followed by me getting the keys to the storage unit, & then stuffing my fave with Chipotle for the first time in a really long time. I planned to get some packing in when I got home that night but that didn't happen either. All of my boxes were at the back of the closet & I just didn't want to dig. Instead I cleaned up my room, finally put away laundry that had been in baskets for weeks, & then messed around on the computer before deciding to go to bed.
Moving. A lot of moving. I sent out thank you cards for the interview that I had on Friday & then headed off to the auto body shop so that I could get a couple of tires put on my car. That was supposed to take like 20 minutes so I was just going to wait there & then drive back to my place to meet Mr. Midwest so we could go get a rental truck & then move my bed into storage. What actually happened was that they also needed to do an alignment & fix my front brakes. I knew both would need to be done fairly soon I just hadn't really planned on doing it that day. I suppose it's better to have it fixed now rather than have something go wrong while I'm driving back to MN in a couple of weeks. The people there were really great, since a lot of it hadn't been planned, they saved me money by not charging me for labor on certain parts & not charging me for the tires they put on. (they did take the 2 from my trunk that I had planned to put on) Before I had Mr. Midwest come get me there, the guy behind the counter was even going to give me some money & the keys to his truck so that I could go get breakfast for him & myself. After Mr. Midwest & I got the truck & loaded up my bed, I made sure to stop at Whataburger & drop off some breakfast for the guy behind the counter. After the bed got put into storage I told Mr. Midwest that he could go back home since he had work to do & that I would take care of the rest myself. I spent the rest of the day packing stuff up. A little before 2 my car was done so I went to go pay for the repairs & then took my stuff up to storage. When I got back I had to take an Uber to go pick my car up. At that point I was so tired that I just didn't want to do anymore moving so I headed down to Mr. Midwest's.
I planned on going to Toyota Fest around 2 so I could see Breelan Angel, Chase Bryant, & most importantly Kip Moore. I went to return the truck in the morning & since I was by my apartment I decided to pack up more & bring it up to storage. I got done with that about 1:30. At that point I was exhausted. I really could have still gone up there to see Kip Moore at 5, but in the end I decided that with the traffic, a 2.5-3 hour round trip drive wasn't worth an hour of music when I was already tired. So instead I spent the rest of the day/night watching TV & Netflix.
Moving is going to be the death of me.
Luckily I'm not at work today. However, that means I'll be spending the majority of it finishing up the packing & cleaning the apartment so I can be done with it.