Moving Sucks

I hate moving. I really do. I love the idea of going to a new place. That part is exciting. But the actual moving is sucky. It stresses me out.

Now that we've got a place (which looks great) we've been looking for a place to live. Apartments seem plentiful. It's a college town so this wasn't really a big surprise. Itchy and I started our search right after we found out where we were moving. Itchy told me that he wanted something nice. Our apartment now isn't the greatest. And the apartment in MN was tiny. Itchy said he was ready to live somewhere nice. Great. We found a few places that had what we wanted. Then Itchy got cold feet. He did a total 180. Now he just wants a cheap place close to campus. UGH!

I totally get why we should get a cheap place. I do. If his parents found out about me and are no longer paying the rent we will be really glad that we have a low rent payment. But damn it, I was really looking forward to having a nice place. With a washer and dryer right there in my apartment.

I've looked at the available apartments so many times that I practically have them memorized. I need to email a few places to find out if they will bend their pet policy. Who requires cats to be declawed? It's just cruel. Maybe when they hear how utterly delightful my cats are and that they will have a 6 foot cat tree, they will just decide that their policy sucks.

Before we can actually move though, we need to sell our stuff down here. We don't have a ton, but we do need to get rid of almost everything. Shipping stuff home is expensive. And confusing. I'm still not sure how the hell we are suppose to ship our belongings back. There is talk of a crate. What the hell does that mean? I just throw everything in a huge crate? Won't everything break? It's freaking me out. I think I may need medication. For Itchy's safety. Unfortunately, he gets to deal with the crankiness. I feel bad for him. But this is stressing me out. The unknown is stressful. I need details. With details I am less stressed.