The Move

Let’s count them: the number of times I’ve moved since I met my spouse.

1. I “moved” from my parents’ house to his apartment shortly after we were dating.  You know, the move that starts with keeping a toothbrush and a few necessities at your significant other’s place.  One way to his heart was through my cooking so I hit up the local thrift store and purchased some tools required for cooking that he didn’t own.  Eventually I just stopped sleeping my parents’ house and lived exclusively at his apartment.

2. The first day of my job at Target HQ, we moved from the apartment to a condo he purchased.  By this time, my parents realized I was in a serious relationship and decided it was time to purchase my own vehicle.  After working for a few months, my dad co-signed a loan for my Vue.

3. Pre-2008 happened.  My now spouse ended up in financially hard times and was forced into foreclosure.  I am thankful for my parents letting us live in their basement.  This was right before we were married, and one of the most stressful moments of our relationship.  The job I took at Target HQ was third shift and taking my now spouse to job interviews and work was stressful on my sleeping patterns.  Not to mention there wasn’t much privacy (and thank goodness my uncle was not in the picture at the time).

4. In late 2010 job prospects were not so great for my spouse, so he was invited to live with “friends” in North Carolina.  We didn’t really discuss it in detail so I let him move for what I thought would be a temporary length of time.  My reasoning at the time was that I didn’t think he would find work.  He did, and  moved into an apartment he found in North Carolina in early 2011.  The non-discussion is what made me have deep feelings of resentment that I recently dealt with.  (Resentment, I swallowed that pill and waited for him to die.)

5. Living in the city came with some drawbacks.  It seemed like guns would go off at the same time each week, even being heard in the background of one of the podcasts my spouse regularly records.  We decided to move to the other side of the state line, where crime rates were much lower, but came at the cost of a longer commute due to suburban sprawl.

6. We moved from one apartment community to another since the owners decided to nickel and dime for everything.  Greedy fuckers.

7. Here we are now, back in the city limits proper.  It puts my spouse much closer to work.

Seven moves in twelve years.  Can we be done for a while?

This community seems to be pretty descent.  There’s no major crime, just the petty stuff like vandalism and property theft.  Renter’s insurance went down, to my surprise.  There is a grocery store across the road, Amazon has same-day delivery, food delivery from GrubHub and DoorDash is available here, and perhaps what sealed the deal for my spouse was the availability of fiber.  (No monopoly either — three providers to choose from, which we chose Google.  We live in a “fiberhood.”)

A few nuisances I have found with the apartment unit so far include drafty windows (hopefully solved with curtains); deep tubs (I stubbed my foot getting in and while deep is nice, I need the width too); child-height toilets (I got used to the extra few inches in the last apartment); the island in the kitchen has no power outlets, forcing me to make toast or use whatever appliance on either side of the stove; and the cabinet space above the fridge is literally unusable (I can’t reach the handle to open it, let alone grab anything that would be put up there).

I love being on the first floor.  The perk there is hardwood-style flooring throughout, except for the bedrooms.  The kitchen is newly renovated.  All the appliances are stainless steel, the countertops are granite, and the walls have a glass tile backsplash.  I love the undermounted sink; it makes cleaning the counters a breeze.  Not to mention, I can actually fit a roasting pan in the sink and wash it all in one go.  There’s a disposal in the sink and the dishwasher isn’t a piece of crap.  The top rack is deep enough to hold glasses all while being able to close the dishwasher properly.  The outdoor patio is large enough to buy a table and chairs and still have room to be comfortable.  The decks above are solid concrete so no need to worry about neighbors watering their plants!  And the best thing?  There’s only one apartment touching our walls, and it’s above us!

We haven’t been here for not even three nights and these are the love-hates I’ve found so far.  There’s still a lot to unpack and there’s still a lot of time to pass before I feel like this place will looked “lived in.”  The move went smoothly and I’m happy for it being done with.

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