I am moving this weekend and let me tell you how freaking excited I am. Ok, I am lying but I figure that if I say it, I will believe it. You know positive thinking and all.
You see, I am moving from a gorgeous new home in the mountains that has a view to die for and wildlife all over the place. I have a large bedroom with ample closet space for my over abundance of un-needed clothing. I have a built in babysitter since I currently live with my mommy and step daddy! Ugg, read I am going to be 40 and it pains me to say that I have been living under my parent’s roof for the last 9 months. Mrs. Independent that moved out when I was 17 and never looked back until now.
I am moving to a house where I will be 10 minutes from my work instead of 1 hour and won’t put the wear and tear on my car. Yay, but… I will have a room the size of my mother’s bathroom and a closet the size of one of her cupboards. The beautiful bed set that I just purchased will remain in storage and I will have to buy another, smaller (full) bed so that I can fit a dresser in and have some place to put my big girl panties (which I am obviously not wearing today) *Insert whiner*. I will be rooming with a woman that I work with and absolutely love and so does my daughter but I mix with roommates like oil and water so I am a little worried. My roommate is a whole story for another post so remind me to tell you that one someday.
Anyway, I am doing all this because it is time for me to grow up again and move out of my mommy’s home. It may be painful, but it is time to cut the umbilical cord.
Wish me luck. Anyone have any plans for the weekend that I can be jealous of?