A Move In The Right Direction!

Last week was filled with chaos and fear.  As some of you know, I moved myself and my boys into a brand, spanking new complex back in October.  Some of you may have been following my blog so you are probably aware of the problems that were happening in the 'ghetto'.  I had no clue, at the time I signed the lease, that I was moving into hell.  Literally, didn't even know my zip code for months much less know where I was moving us to.  I didn't know the area.  NOTE TO SELF: do research before moving!! Why did I choose this place? Well, they offered a great deal!!!! Hmm...know I know why it was a 'great deal'! Illegal activity and heavy stomping above me complete with a few fun little threats and below me we have knife adventures, loud, annoying bass, and yelling matches all complete with the smell of weed! Not my idea of home....or fun.  I was literally sandwiched between two inconsiderate, disrespectful sets of cave people! No respect, whatsoever! This crap has been ongoing since day one! How I held out this long I'll never know! As some of you also know, there have been other things that I've had to deal with; example: never enough hot water to complete a shower from beginning to end, high water bills, an answering service that refuses to answer calls, oh and... grounds keepers entering my apartment without any kind of work order request! It's been such a pleasure not being able to shave my legs and wash my hair at the same time, or not being able to sleep because of the loud bass music that would go on from about 10:30pm to 3am, wondering if the children of the corn upstairs were gonna shoot me dead or if the grounds keeper installed some sort camera in my vents! I mean, really!!!!!! Just not a good place to be.  Last week was it for me! I called the cops at least four times between Monday and Wednesday.  It's kinda bittersweet knowing there are cops circling your complex.  Bittersweet you ask? Yes! Bitter because it's a shame they have to patrol this complex but sweet because they are! An arrest was made on Wednesday night.  Thank the Lord! Who? I don't know, but I was so glad that at least something was getting done! Still, this wouldn't be enough to make me want to stay.  I took Thursday off and found another place to live.  By Sunday, even though I'm paid up until the end of May at the 'ghetto', I was out! We are in the process of getting moved in, but hallelujah we can finally rest at night knowing we won't be dodging bullets or knives!
The move:
Saturday comes around, I signed my new lease at the new place, which by the way, happens to be the exact same complex we lived in about two years ago and get this: The manager recognized me and asked if I had lived in apartment ****.  I said, "yes! That was me!"  It just so happened the exact same apartment was available again! Too weird! I took it! We began moving what we could Saturday afternoon after calling a moving company, which was now set for Sunday.  I wasn't about to try and move all my crap for the millionth time in my life! The gypsy in me is finally tired of moving! I'll settle for rearranging furniture for a 'different look'! lol  Anyway, Gracie, my mother, comes over to help! Great, I thought! She's starts out organized, neat, clean and perfect. Just like my OCD likes it and NEEDS it.  The movers are scheduled to come out Sunday between 12 and 2pm.  Ok.  I can do this.  I can pack all of Saturday night until Sunday noon to ensure my stuff is neatly packed and organized ready to go.  Wrong.  I fell asleep and woke up Sunday wondering what the hell was in that tea I drank the night before.  lol  Anyway, Gracie comes over to help. By now, I only have a few hours to get everything, or as much as I can, packed.  It's 9:30am and things are looking ok.  I figured since I'm paid up until the end of the month, I can just have the movers take all the heavy stuff and I can do the rest slowly...and neatly.  Gracie had other plans.  She starts throwing crap into anything she can find! Suitcases, bags, HEB plastic bags, trash bags, my Eco friendly grocery bags, boxes, baskets, and plastic containers! Holy crap! It was like watching my mother on speed! For every neat, organized box I packed, she had done like 300 bags, filled with anything from toothpaste to underwear! No joke! I couldn't keep up! My eyes popped out of my head when I saw all my things stuffed into bags! I didn't say anything.  I needed her help.  So, lips shut I turn the other way and pretend I didn't see her throw my Coco Channel perfume and Dooney bags into a dirty plastic container she fetched from her attic! lol  The movers showed up 2 hours early.  YAY! But, oh no! That means Gracie is gonna throw more shit in more bags! She cleared out my closet before I could bring her my garment bags to neatly hang my clothes.  MY WORK CLOTHES! Still on the hangers, (she said it would make things a whole lot easier.....easier than what? Ironing every piece of clothing in my closet?) she proceeds to grab arm full amounts and  toss them into unstable boxes. Oh God! Please take my OCD and thoughts of giving my mom to the tenants below me away! Between the movers and Gracie, we were done with the 'ghetto' within an hour and a half,,,no joke! I thought the movers were gonna hire my mom on the spot! Long story short, this move was by far the quickest, most unorganized move of all time! Now I'm left with not being able to find my bras, hair dryer, or shoes....wait...I DID find my shoes! My Antonio Melani heels.  Where, you ask? In an HEB bag, in the garage, in the corner! lol! "MOTHER!!!"  lol  I'm sure there are plenty other surprises to follow, HOWEVER, I am the most fortunate girl in the world for the following reasons:
1.  God provided a way for us to get out a lot sooner
2.  I had the best movers of all time
3.  My boys are happy to be out of there, as I am!
4.  We're in a place that we 'know' and feel safe in
and 5.  I have the best mother in the entire universe!!!!!!! " I love you, Mom!!"

We did have some fun in the midst of it all! We played limbo with a shower curtain rod in the hallway, ate junk food all weekend, hopefully lost 20 pounds from the million trips up and down the stairs, found Austin sleeping in the closet, and even managed to stay sane after witnessing my mother's packing skills!

~ a faithful me