current mood: panicked
Been a very busy/stressfully month. The landlord decided to sell and/or renovate the house so someone in his family can move in, so we have to be out by July 1. I've got two very amazing roommates, so we've been trying to find a place together. Apparently, this is the wrong time of the year to try to find a three-bedroom anything. What we find, we don't like. What we like is gone before we can apply. So frustrating. However, the end is near (I hopehopehope). We put in an application on this townhome over a week ago and expected to hear back quickly, but so far as I can tell, the lady has been really slow at processing the application. (We basically had to tell our bosses and landlord to call in and verify employment/tenanture*, since she hadn't gotten around to calling them.) However, we should hear Monday when we can come in and sign the lease and pick up the keys. Which is good, 'cause Friday, I hit the wall. I was totally out of cope and had decided that, if we didn't have this place (or any other) by Tuesday, I was going to get my own place. (Or at least split up the trio and take Becca with me.)
So, I spent a good chunk of Saturday packing, and will probably spend most of my evenings this week doing the same, in addition to attempting to acquire moving help from church, potentially getting a new desk (one with drawers!), entertainment stand, and/or kitchen table, and doing all the other preparation work I can think of. Also, I need to book my car and hotels for my trip to Utah. Eeep! So much to do! *panic*
*Yes, I made it up, so what?