THE DAILY DIVERSION

JUST DO IT!! NOT LIKE NIKE THOUGH! THOSE INDONESIAN KIDS DESERVE MORE MONEY!

I'm bored, but I have things to do, so instead of doing them, I'm going to talk about doing them.

I'm preparing to move for the 3rd time since I came to Memphis from Owensboro. Now, understand, it's all within the same building, but it's still packing up a ton of shit and hauling it someplace else. I've basically been away from home since I was 18. Yes, I came home during the summer while I was in college, but my stuff never left a cardboard box that whole time. In those years I've amassed a lot, and I do mean A LOT, of stuff. I've gotten rid of a bunch of things (that I wish I hadn't) and I've collected even more stuff. No longer can I just plan on storing things at Mom's. Everything I have is here with me now, so I have to plan accordingly.

When I moved down here in May of 2004 the only option I had within the building in which I wanted to live was a 2 bedroom on the 9th floor. It had a wonderful view looking northwest. The rent was okay for the first 6 months being decreased, due to a move in deal they had. However, when the 7th month came around the rent jumped significantly. I stuck it out until the 11th month, but decided that I needed to get my rent down quite a bit. The only option was to find a 2 bedroom even lower down in the building, or moving to a 1 bedroom. I pondered it for a while, but my decision was pretty much made up for me. The only apartment in the building was a one bedroom on the 15th floor (top shelf baby). I had grown used to having an extra bedroom, just to store my shit, so shrinking my space wasn't that wonderful of an idea.

One positive of the one bedroom is that is had a walk in closet. However, that was it. There wasn't a whole lot of space elsewhere. Well, I moved anyway. It saved me nearly $400 a month, so I could suck it up until next May, right? The view was pretty nice all the way up there too!

Well, December rolled around, and I really wanted my fiancee to come stay with me for most of the month, however, there wasn't anyplace to put her. She's visited for weekends and, at most, a week prior to that. However, you bring a lot more stuff with you when you're staying a month, as opposed to 5 or 7 days. It was decided shortly after she brought her 3 pieces of luggage inside that things were gonna have to change.
Warning: FATE steps in AGAIN!

It just so happens that I ran into a couple, who live in my building, that I had met and hung out with a few times. We get to chatting about me wanting to move to a 2 bedroom someplace, and it just so happens that they just purchased a condo (elsewhere in Downtown) but can't move out until their lease is up, which wasn't until April. So, we discuss it a little bit, and I go downstairs to see their apartment. First, it was on the 5th floor, which scared me. A friend of mine lived on the 5th floor when I moved here, and his apartment absolutely sucked! He had very few windows, and the place just seemed all cramped up.

I went to see their place, still fully furnished, and absolutely fell in love, immediately. It had a complete different floor plan than my other 2 bedroom apartment, 2 walk-in closets, a bigger master suite, and a laundry room which was separate from the 2nd bathroom. Yes, some of that stuff seems piddly, but it was exactly what I was wanting.

I immediately called my fiancee and told her to come down to the 5th floor. I forgot to tell her why though. She thought something bad had happened. As soon as she made it in the doorway I told her "I think you're going to love this". We walked around the apartment and everything fell into place.

All we had to do was talk to the management of the building make some deal, so the old tenants could move out early. Well, it all worked out. They got to move into their condo at the end of February and I'll be moving next Friday.

Yes, I should be bouncing around this place packing, but I'm just not up to it yet. I've got shit laying around everywhere. I've been, plain and simple, really lazy lately. I have a little bit of an excuse though. I have been away from Memphis every weekend since January, up until this last weekend. I work Monday through Friday from 8 (ish) am to sometime after 5 pm. I try to work out at least 3 times a week also. Frankly, I'm tired when I get home from work, and I haven't even started to think about making some dinner for myself.

I'm sure anyone reading this is saying "Oh you poor baby!! Try having a couple kids, then we can talk!" I do, truly, understand that. I guess I'm just being a little bitch. However, time is running out, and I've gotta stop being a lazy ass. I've got one box packed, and several more in a closet that I never unpacked, ready to go. I'm trying to figure out how I want to do it this time. Last time I had 3 days to move. I think I'm going to try to do it Friday night and part of Saturday. I have to do some cleaning in the meantime too.

When I moved last time, I moved room by room, in an orderly manner. I started with the kitchen, and worked my way to the bedroom. Everything fell into place, even though I didn't enough places for all of my stuff. Did I mention I did all of this moving by myself? Well, except for my TV (53 inches of HD badass-ness), my couches, and my bed. I begged a buddy at work to help me move these one night, and I repaid him with dinner and a couple of beers. (Isn't that how everyone should be paid?)

Luckily for me, this time I'll have one of the most ingenious minds on earth helping me. That would be my fiancee. Her spring break (at the school where she is substitute teaching) starts next week and she'll down on Thursday night. She's already warned me that things better be packed and ready to go when she gets here, and we all know that you don't disappoint "THE WOMAN"!

Anyway, I guess I should start thinking about going to bed now. I've got a full day of work tomorrow, then I'm planning on coming home, working out, making some dinner, and start packing... again.