I love my new apartment.
In December, when my old place flooded, I was really frustrated and upset. Then, the opportunity to move into the completely renovated place next door (with more cabinets, counters, and new wood floors!) came up, and I was like yesssss.
Okay, the night before I was scheduled to move, I freaked out and called my sister contemplating pulling out of the deal (I hadn’t signed a new lease). The prospect of committing to another year in Santa Barbara, as opposed to just six months, plus the reality of not having the cats move when Mister BS came out west, was freaking me out.
Even though I hadn’t accumulated all that much stuff since moving in (remember, I came to California with two suitcases and that’s about it), the prospect of moving it all next door completely on my own was daunting. But she calmed me down and I decided in the end, the slightly higher rent and hassle of switching over my utilities was worth it.
I am so glad I didn’t let my anxiety talk me out of it. I love my new place, and I can see Mister BS and me being happy hear for as long as we live in Santa Barbara (which, more and more, I hope is for a long time).
Now that I have wood floors, a new rug has shot to the top of my apartment wishlist. Continue Reading…