Yes, I know those are two different places…
I just got my first apartment. I pick up my keys on February fourth. This is something that I have desperately wanted for a long long time. It is a major milestone for me in my adult life. Just about none of my other friends from college have full time jobs or their own places, so I’m feeling awesome. Just one problem:
I have to wait a week….
Gah! This is killing me! I want to move in right now so badly! I’ve been dreaming of how I’m going to decorate my first apartment for years! In college I always had an amazing dorm room. I would organize it and decorate it as dry runs for my apartment. My friends were always impressed with how all out I went. I figured why not? I was going to be living there day in and day out during the school year, I should make it feel like home! Well now I have an entire apartment to myself! I can spread out and put up all the decoratiosn I’ve been collecting over the years in anticipation!
But I can’t do shit for several more days. I want to run out and buy all my furniture and start moving stuff around, but I can’t. There’s no point even in me going furniture shopping right now since I don’t have access to the apartment. I can’t buy anything without being able to know if it will work in the space I have. I find myself straying onto the craigslist furniture section, or walking through furniture stores, but I have to stop myself. What’s the point? I’m just teasing myself….
The worst bit is when I see something that looks awesome, but that will most likely be sold and gone by the time I get the keys next Friday… It’s agonizing. They whole thing is really throwing a wet towel on what should be one of the most exciting periods of my life! My father is very level headed and nonchalant about all of this, and I know he just wants to make sure I do things right the first time, but he doesn’t have the sense of straining excitement that I do. I’m just so worried that by the time I finally do get the keys, the weeks worth of pain will numb me to any excitement I should feel on the momentous day.
That’s what happened when I got my learner’s permit to start driving. I accidentally miscounted by one month and showed up at the DMV early. I waited in line, got all excited, only to get to the counter and be turned away for being a month early. By the time that month had passed, I was so upset about having my excitement crushed, that I was numb and indifferent on a very important day of my life!