The kid is moving out!

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We have a moving date too! April 30th, 2022.

I have booked a cargo van for 10 hours on that day so that we can 1) get the kid moved, and 2) do a much needed dump run so that there is a lot less stuff in the apartment to have to deal with at a later date.

I have until then to try to find replacement furniture as I had offered my loveseat and matching chair to my daughter, with the idea that I would have something to replace it by the time they moved out. But then the loveseat I was going to buy on installment through Amazon was sold out, and the chair a friend was going to give me will not fit up my stairs. My plan is to get my hands on a decent futon and frame by the time she moves out - not one of those klik-klak ones that are too low to the ground and highly uncomfortable, but baring that, well, anything in half-decent shape will do as long as I can get it up my stairs and into my apartment.

So far, I have started putting things into a bin for her take with her when she moves. There are some items that she has bought over the years that she will be taking with her - her breakfast griddle, deep fryer, stand mixer, and blender that she is obviously taking with her. Yesterday, I added a set of 16 spice jars and stand after I switched to jars for my spices, and I was even nice enough to fully clean them out and custom make her a set of labels for them. She 

I need to find out what her partner and roomies have for small appliances so that I can figure out what else to add to the bin for her. One thing I know for sure that she will need is at least one good set of sheets, and several pillow cases for her bed as she is really bad when it comes to using sheets and pillow cases...as in she never puts them on in the first place. So, perhaps one of the things I will do for her on my next set of days off is wash and bleach her pillows so they are much better looking before anybody else has to see them in their current state.

I know that we will have a sit down to see what she will need for when she moves into her new place. I may even throw in her first tool set so that she has something on hand in the event she needs to put anything together or take anything apart, or even put a nail a wall for something or other. And her own shower supplies are a necessity at well. 

For myself, this will be my first time in my life where I have lived without another person in my space. I'm nervous about it, but at the same time I'm ready to have my own space where I don't have to share it with anybody else if I don't want to. And with the second bedroom I can actually have storage for stuff that I currently have stuffed in various places around the apartment. I just have to figure out which room is going to be my bedroom and which one is going to be my storage/craft room.

The sad thing is that I can't post about my excitement/anxiety over this change on my FB. I have one of those fair-weather friends who has long talked about moving in with me...but she is sketchy as shit, and I really don't want her in my space, but if I post about any of this move on my FB she'll be messaging me about saving a room for her, blah blah blah. Yeah, how about I not, and just live happily on my own for as long as I can afford it, and not have to deal with the potential of the cops showing up on my doorstep looking for her. Nope, not taking that risk at all.

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