Moving Is Not Fun

So here I am, a year after graduation and I'm moving again. Yes, we're staying in Fresno, no it is not going well. We've served our 30 day notice and we know where we want to live. They seem willing to lease to us. It's all well and good. We wanted a back up. So right across the street from where we were going to rent is another apartment complex that takes dogs of all sizes. I set up an appointment to view their two bedroom unit yesterday. On Thursday they called to confirm this appointment. Yesterday, no one showed up. So we're going with the first place.

We would like to move around June 11th. We'd done the math, and we were going to have the money but just barely. Until we found out that Chris was misinformed about his pay schedule. So now, we're short on the money. And the apartment complex we're currently living at states we're not getting any of our deposit (which is over $1,000) back until 21 days from the time we hand them they keys. Which if we have things our way is a week after we move out.

See Chris and I are moving ourselves, by car. We hope to get a U-Haul and two of his friends to help us on Thursday. Chris works 12 hours Friday though Mondays so weekends are out. And he can't miss work. Period. So we'd take position of the new apartment on a Thursday and I have a three day weekend starting the next day during which I would move as much of the small stuff as possible. Then, if that went well I would also be scrubbing down the old apartment so that we get as much of our deposit back as possible. We have to hand over the keys to the old apartment by June 19th. Which would be one week and one day after we want to start moving into the new apartment. I just don't know if we're going to have the money to move by then. I mean yes, I know we'll have it by June 16th, but that only gives us three days to move which Chris says we can't do. Because he can take one shift of his internship off, and that's what he does when he's not working.

To show how stressed I am about this, I have started to dream about it. Last night I dreamed that Robin gave us Scout a full week before we were able to move out of this place. So we smuggled Scout for walks at night. It was a horror. Only it seemed everyone in the complex owned dogs and we were all out walking them at four in the morning together. Huh.

Zenyatta won her first race of the season. This makes ten races in a row that she's won. She really is fun to watch. She up from dead last too. Remind you of anyone?

I am sorry that for the next few weeks this journal is going to be about moving. I'll try and through in something interesting now and again.

I'm still bitter about Sarah Connor Chronicles. Because I really wanted to know what happened in that future.