Faking It

Yesterday, after unnecessarily cleaning my apartment in Phoenix for the final walk-through and the 6 hour drive between Phoenix and El Paso, we arrived to some mild rainfall. It took us less time to unpack both cars and the moving truck than it had to pack them originally, but we also had a "Come to Jesus" moment when my parents brought my couch up the stairs. My mom's still working on healing her ankle from the car accident in December so it was intense. When we had gotten the keys and done the walk-through to record the state of the apartment one of the doors to the utility closet where the washer and dryer will go (tomorrow!!!) was barely hanging and one of the light bulbs in the living room ceiling fan had been broken off (??) in the socket so before we left I went down to the office and asked for a work order. That was on July 17th. Last night when we got in nothing had been done. When I went down to request the status this morning there was no record of a work order

Things are literally spilling out of every drawer in my apartment. Things I haven't seen since I moved in. Or...ever. I have this huge jumble of keys because I have all the keys that may or may not belong to my parents house, my car key, the keys to my current apartment, the keys to my El Paso apartment, and all the crap that I think I need to keep on it at all times like my Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix key chain. I'm so sick of moving. Of not really living anywhere. I'm here, with no possessions. Something crawled into my apartment and died and I had no candles to help air the place out. It's making me crawl around in my own skin not knowing where anything is. I've spent the last month trying to see people before I leave and I'm glad it worked out to spend time with some of my favorite people in Phoenix. I had my goodbye dinner last night. The people who came were not who I expected and I'm so glad they did. I had fun and I will miss everyone.