We in the process of moving to Kensington.
We have keys.
The place is a bit of a wreck.
I don't think the previous tenant ever cleaned.
Ever.
I spent three hours scrubbing the bathroom.
There will be photos.
We are sore.
We are silly ladies for thinking we could do this ourselves.
Time to start praying?
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I'm so excited you finally have found an apartment, despite the crazy difficulties.
On the family note, you can't change them, and hoping for their eventual understanding can leave you resentful and lost. Better to be happily surprised if that happens one day, and in the meantime find that safe distance that allows you to care about them without getting hurt. Getting this apartment on your own...I think you're doing that, strong girl!
Sometimes I think not needing my mother has made her even more distant. She believed my loving women would surely be my downfall. When accepting myself made me more successful and happy, it seemed to make her resentful rather than proud. Your mom reminds me of my own's reaction.
You're doing awesome. You can do this yourselves, and with the family and friends you've built around you.
Congrats!
Whoo Hoo!!
Congratulations!
Oh Rouge, stop complaining...You finally found a new place to live! Congrats!
Hooray!! Moving is exciting, be happy!
Don't forget to send me the new address.
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