Uncertain things

The apartment hunt continues. While my older son has done most of the looking, I have been looking as well, and we have gone on a few tours together. However, it was an eye-opener when I took my youngest on one of the tours.

He expressed disappointment in a bedroom size. When I explained that one listing did not have a bathtub, he was horrified.

So far, we have applied to a couple of places. Many others did not meet the criteria for one or more of us. With three different opinions to consider, it’s a little difficult.

Meanwhile, I am slowly boxing up things. I had no idea how many stuffed animals my youngest son had accumulated. Three boxes later, there are still many more. I suspect they might be breeding.

I had to borrow my older son’s laptop, because I had already boxed mine. We still have a lot to purge and box. It is strange boxing things without a destination.

But we have been in our current apartment for quite a while, so it’s best to start now. You really don’t know how much you have until you start packing it up.

I had really hoped we would be in our current apartment until I could afford a house. Unfortunately, I am still working on the affording part. It is not a comfortable place to be at.

Meanwhile, we now have to lock two doors to our current place. The front door lacks a working exit bar. So we have to manipulate the latch to get out. It’s pretty awkward. My youngest keeps trying to push the door open. I was briefly stuck in the entry with the landlord. That was very awkward.

I’m trying very hard to find the joy in things. It’s there, but it’s just hard to see it when things are uncertain.