So, I'll be moving to a brand new state in less than two months! Nick and I went at the end of May to scope out apartments, found one we fell in love with and now our move-in date is September 1st! I just cannot wait to get off this freaking island. Long Island is so needlessly expensive. Even if we wanted to stay here permanently we couldn't because we just can't afford it. It totally blew my mind when we were seeing what we could get in our price range out in Philadelphia. My transfer to a new store has already gone through and now the waiting is killing me. Finally I'll have my own place, my own things, my own life. I moved out of my parents house almost 5 years ago now and ever since then I've just been floating along desperately hoping for something permanent and finally it's here!
That all being said...the process has left me so exhausted. Back at the end of April I contracted Giardia [a horrible horrible parasite most commonly found in dogs] and ended up missing an entire month of work. Unfortunately we couldn't cancel the apartment hunt so that lead to me missing even more work. And I've been the one doing all the planning for the move. I booked the hotel for our hunt/vacation. I picked out all the places we'd go look at. I mapped out how we'd get to all those places using public transit. I set up all the appointments. Just...everything. All while Nick just kinda...sat on his ass and worried about money at me. His excuse was that he had never done the whole apartment thing so he didn't know what to do but, I had never done it either. I just knew vaguely what we wanted and what price range we had and I went out and did it. He really frustrates me with that nonsense sometimes. And then he wonders why I'm constantly stressed or run down. I can tell that I'll be the one in charge of planning everything for the rest of our lives. Great.
Having all the responsibility fall on my shoulders wouldn't really be the worst thing if he was the main breadwinner in the relationship [which, admittedly he has been since April but that's just a whopping 4 months out of our 2 year relationship] but he works infinitely less than I do and his job is literally just sitting on his ass. Sometimes he watches movies or plays games. So, I've gotta work my full time job and then make sure every detail of our life is planned properly so we can continue on living the way we want to live in my "spare" time.
But hey, we're moving! So...that's nice.
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