We moved in, and the process was not that terrible - at least, until I actually was left to unpack. Never before have I loathed the task so much. Part of it was due to the fact that I was sort of depressed. Not at unpacking, but just overwhelmed by a crazy (and generally good) summer. I just wanted my stuff to magically jump into its place, a la Spoonful of Sugar.
I got most of the goods in the various rooms, and then left the straggly crap to do over the course of this week. And it IS getting done, and soon, we will have our place to ourselves - not co-populated with 5,000 rubbermaid bins.
It was important that I just stopped trying to get everything in place, because I had things to do - but also so I could remind myself to stop. And tell myself, This is your life.
Of course it's my life. But for the past 3 years, my life has had the overcast knowledge that everything's in limbo. Especially this last year - I was very aware of how we wouldn't be staying in Carbondale, and got to know pretty quickly that Springfield would be a better fit for me.
And then we found this apartment. It seemed perfect. This last week, Brandon and I were exploring other neighborhoods, and came across a smashingly beautiful area, he asked me (well, more like just said it, rhetorically) why we hadn't looked around more. I got super-crabby. But when we got home, and I stopped being crabby somewhat, I thought about all the reasons why I preferred this place, and why it is better.
Then, I thought about the fact that I can FINALLY just settle in. Granted, we know we have to leave in 3 years. But that's THREE YEARS FROM NOW. I haven't lived anywhere for that length of time since I moved out of my parent's house, over a decade ago.
And yesterday, as we were driving (again) through that same great area, Brandon told me he liked our place, better. For all the reasons (he didn't know this) that I like our place. It's great. And I'm sinking my teeth into it, so to speak. Even before I get everything totally situated!