UPDATE: 4 days until moving day. Most of my stuff is packed except for some of the kitchen, the stuff I use every day, my computer, and some other miscellany. I’ve got boxes stacked up to the ceiling in my room right now. My cat is enjoying his temporary new perch.
I was able to get an ESA letter that’ll actually cover both of my cats and not just the one as I had first expected to, so I won’t have to pay an extra deposit or pet rent. We’re still sticking with the plan to temporarily rehome my older cat with my mom - I hate parting ways with her, but I think she might be happier with my mom, so we’ll see how the next few months go with just Noctis and I in the studio before I decide to move her in.
After starting a spinoff of this thread, I discovered that what I thought was an induction stove is actually just a glass-top electric that LOOKS like an induction top. Oh well. At least I have some new cookware to show for my mistake and I might buy a plug-in single-burner induction top so I can cook that way for the kind of things that are tricky to get right on an electric stove.
I made one more purchase of stuff for the apartment - a new litter box for the cat, a desk lamp (I’ve been told that the corner of the studio where I plan to get my bed gets less light from the overheads than the rest of the room, so it’ll go nicely on my nightstand), and a paper towel holder, which is never a thing I’ve had to own before now. I’m trying to persuade my mom to buy me a new desk chair as a housewarming gift. We’ve decided that once I’ve unpacked and I’ve got my Ikea furniture set up, I’ll be inviting her over for dinner and cooking shrimp scampi with fettucine alfredo (since my current roommate can’t stand the smell of shrimp scampi and doesn’t let me make it when she’s home, which, since she works from home, is most of the time).
Living in one place for 17 years means you get a LOT of opportunities to accumulate crap that you don’t really need but don’t actively feel a need to throw away. Now is the time to get rid of that stuff. I filled up three big boxes full of old books, CDs, and DVDs that I didn’t feel the need to lug to the new place with me, set them on the front lawn, and wrote “FREE” on them. When I came back out three hours later they were all gone. I guess someone must’ve just grabbed the whole things up and is now having fun going through the collection of CDs I accumulated in the early 2000s and boggling at what my musical tastes were back then. I donated two trash bags full of old shirts that don’t fit me anymore to Goodwill. I made $300 selling some Lego kits I bought ten years ago but never got around to assembling. I’m giving my mom my PS4 and my portable AC and some other stuff I won’t need in exchange for her taking in Lunafreya. I have a Coleman propane stove that per the lease I’m not allowed to have in the unit, so I’m gonna take it to a nearby homeless encampment on my next day off and find someone who needs it. I’ve got what feels like a literal ton of shit that I’m just going to haul to the county dump in my Uhaul after I get the stuff I’m keeping over to the studio.
This is both very exciting and very stress-inducing. I had to call out of work one day last week because the anxiety got me to the point where I literally wasn’t able to sleep all night. I have Monday through Friday scheduled off of work next week so I can make the final preparations for the move, do the actual move on Wednesday, make a dump run and clean out this place on Thursday, and spend Friday just decompressing and unpacking. I have Wednesday and Thursday of the week after that scheduled off - my Ikea furniture is scheduled to arrive on Wednesday, and I’ll be using the rest of that day and Thursday to assemble it.
Next update will probably be Wednesday night after I’m physically moved in.