I Like to Move It, Move It

The key word in this post's title is "it." Without the "it," you just have "I like to move, move."

And I don't. But I did. We did. Move, that, is.

Yes, we have moved out of our apartment! It was bittersweet for me. I mean, that was our first home! So many memories. Dallin doesn't really get sentimental about moving, change, etc. But I do. Our lease doesn't officially end for a few more days...I'll probably drag Dallin over there to "say goodbye" with me.


Ok so on to the new place...

Dallin bought a condo before we got married. He lived in it until we got married, renting out the extra space to some friends. It is an excellent rental property - 3 bed, 3 bath, very close to ASU and shopping and fun things like that, close to the freeway, etc. The problem is, with summer here, everyone kind of goes every which way, leaving empty spots in the condo, which costs us. We figure if we're going to be paying for it, we might as well be living in it.

And here we are.

Moving went very well. We had a TON of help (THANK YOU!) which was doubly excellent seeing as how I couldn't do/really didn't feel like doing much with this fetus sucking my energy. But seriously - we were moved fast and it was awesome.

So, how is the place you wonder?

Remember how I mentioned there were college guys living here? Well, there were. 6 of them.

6 of them.

We got to spend several days cleaning out all of the junk that had been left behind, including (but not limited to) clothes, dishes, food, furniture, an sports equipment.

We (Dallin) have worked hard at patching up holes in walls (some fairly large ones) and fixing/replacing broken hardware type things (fans, lights, tubs, sinks, closet bars, the gate, etc.)

Also, there is a cockroach infestation. In the kitchen. In the kitchen, people. Those little (insert appropriate cuss word here, plural form) are everywhere. I have no idea what to do with our food! The fridge stuff is safe, but I don't want to put all the dry stuff in the cupboards! We've sprayed twice and while most of the we find now are dead (much better than alive), we are still findind waaaay too many for my comfort.

Hence, for dinner tonight I am having a lot of Doritos out of a bag I just barely bought. The baby loves it.

Anyway, sorry to complain. Blessings are abundant and I really shouldn't let this stuff get me down.

Except the cockroaches. I mean, how am I supposed to save money and eat healthier when I can't even cook? Dallin went to Jack in the Box at midnight last night for me because I couldn't bring myself to eat my own food!

Throw in some paint/Raid fumes, and I feel sorry for my unborn child...even if I am wearing a mask half the time.

Sigh...this too shall pass, right? Accentuate the positive!

p.s. I'll have to post some pictures of what we've done with the place. It really will be sweet once we're finished!

p.p.s. I typed this whole post with one hand, fyi. My other fingers are for Dorito-eatin. I amaze myself.