A Shambles.

   You know that old saying, "when it rains, it pours"?  Well dear reader, it is freaking pouring.  I have been hunting for a new job for longer than I care to admit for several reasons.  First, it is simply time that I moved on because although my current job has been amazing and I have learned more than I ever expected to, I have reached the point where it is simply time that I branch out and take on a new challenge.  Second, as many of you know, I am currently living in what I affectionately call "the sticks", and I have been more than ready for a LONG time to get back to civilization (a.k.a. the Twin Cities). 

   So, fast forward to last MONDAY... a mere 6 days ago, when I got the phone call I have been begging for over the past year and a half.  I GOT A NEW JOB.  Is this really happening??  Am I finally getting what I've wanted for so long and have been cruelly denied??  Do I actually get to move back to a place where "going to Target" is not a day long escapade???  YES!!!  That is a huge affirmative!!! WAHOO!!!!!!!!!

   Now that the excitement of "getting back to civilization" has worn off, reality has set in.  And reality is a tad overwhelming.  I will be starting said new job one week from tomorrow.  New job is 3 hours away.  This requires moving.  I have not started packing...I have a lot of stuff...I should go through the stuff..the stuff is EVERYWHERE..do I have time to go through the stuff or do I just shove all the stuff in boxes?  Do I have enough boxes?  I need to find a truck... and helpers... and boxes... and change addresses and forward mail and find a new apartment and pay security deposits and find a subleaser and BOOM!!!!!!!!!!

That was the sound of my head exploding.

   It is indeed pouring.  One big part of my stress was alleviated yesterday when the fiance and I found a great apartment and signed our lease.  Now at least I have an address to start using for changing addresses, etc.  I will, for the first time since I last lived with my Mom and Dad, have my own DISHWASHER (this is cause for celebration), and my own WASHER AND DRYER in our apartment!  No more lugging huge laundry baskets through the snowbank, into my car, to the laundromat, back into the car, and through the snowbank and back into the house.  I can simply toss my clothes in the washer that only WE get to use which is a mere 15 feet away.  SO EXCITED.  And the most important part of all???  I won't feel the need to hoard quarters away every time I find one in my wallet because I need them for laundry.  I can go buy a gumball if I want and I don't have to feel guilty.  Yes.  These are the things I think about.

   I am a very type A person and I am a huge fan of lists, therefore this is quite obviously a time when lists are my best friend.  I get great personal satisfaction from being able to cross something off my list when it is completed (no matter how minuscule).  I'll even consider putting stupid crap on my list just for the joy it brings me to cross it off... for example, I may put something like "clip toenails" on my moving list because it serves two distinct purposes.  First, it is something simple that I can do in minimal time and then I get to cross it off my list... and feel a sense of accomplishment.  Second, it is a relatively unimportant and not necessarily productive thing I can do to procrastinate and distract me from the important and pressing things (read: packing my entire household into boxes) that actually need to get done.  A girl needs priorities.

   That being said, I currently have T-minus 6 days in which to pack my entire house into boxes capable of withstanding a move in the dead of winter.  Clearly, it is time to clip the toenails and cross that off my list.  I am a pure example of productivity.