Ah, panic!

Today is it. Moving Day! ... I think. I got an email from the leasing office a few days ago telling me that I'd be able to move by Saturday (today) so I have two friends coming to help me transport everything from this apartment to the next. The problem is that I do not have my keys, I haven't signed a lease or put down a deposit and I should have gone last night instead of driving to Columbus for dinner with a friend.

But dinner was great, so no regrets here!

Anywho, the leasing office is open today, but not until noon. Noon happens to be exactly when my friends arrive!! So i guess they'll be shifting stuff out of my apartment while I head over to the leasing office for a chat and some signing and some check writing.

I might be just a leetle stressed. However, I will be a very happy girl when I'm in MY apartment and can actually decorate, set up furniture, put out all my books, have my TV instead of using my laptop for movies... I have so many ideas for decorating and things to do to make it a homey place that I enjoy coming back to every day. But all I'll have till Wednesday is the same stuff as now because Dad and Johnny are bringing everything else down that day.

Really I'm just putting off getting up and packing up the bathroom and kitchen. Dishes. Cleaning. Yes, cleaning. My mom, the woman who makes her hotel bed before checking out, instilled in me the habit of leaving a borrowed place nicer than when you got there. So I will be cleaning the kitchen and bathroom very well today before the boys get here and before signing my lease.

Think I'm crazy?

Good!

It's Times Like These...

Last night was a bad night, so I took myself on a date with my book to Panera Bread for some soup, bread, lemonade and a nice fire.

As I was leaving my apartment I heard the strains of guitar coming from a nearby apartment. I have no idea who was playing or what was being played, all I knew was that I loved it and that it was my mood exactly. Which, by the way, never happens.

www.christchurchmusic.org

And even though I really needed to get going all I wanted to do was find the door behind which the guitar was being played and just sit there and listen.

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Of course I didn't, but it made me long, once again, for the millionth time, for an acoustic guitar. I have vague knowledge of how to play the guitar, and I pick things up fairly easily so I'm sure if I had one and sat down with some patient person, like my bro in-law Derrick, I would learn it pretty quickly.

I just love the sound of acoustic guitar, all by itself... that's my favorite kind of music. For example, I love love the soundtrack to Dan in Real Life because the whole thing is unpresumptuous guitar. Give me a guy on a stage with a voice and guitar and I'm in heaven. Or in love. Take your pick.

Really it would just be lovely to be able to MAKE the music that I FEEL. Because I can never find a song that quite fits my mood and honestly, sometimes, you really just need a song.