Next time I promise to write something, I should take into consideration the available wifi options wherever I will be because, apparently, not everyone just leaves their wifi signal unsecured because it’s too darn frustrating to figure out what password was used the last time the modem had to be reset.
Sunday, we partially moved into our “new” apartment condo and for the last few days, I’ve been “borrowing” a neighbor’s unsecured wifi because Comcast can’t transfer our services until sometime next week. (Perhaps if they didn’t schedule a 4 hour window only to come over and unplug/plug-in a cable they’d be able to schedule more appointments and I’d be further up the priority list. Just sayin’.) I’m shocked that in an apartment condo complex within such close proximity to a major university that there would only be two available options for thievery. I’m even more shocked that in an apartment condo complex where I can smell what each and every neighbor surrounding us is having for dinner (answer: hamburgers, a Thai dish — probably Phad Thai, and spaghetti) that the strength of the only available signals would “very low.” So, until Comcast gets here in another 6 5 days, I’m forced to surf the internet with painful load times and without images of any kind. It’s like bloody 1995 over here.
It’s been interesting, living in an apartment condo again to say the least. We’re on the top floor so we thankfully don’t have the frustration of people atop of us, but I’m growing increasingly paranoid about disturbing the downstairs neighbor and cringe every time Bubba steps a little too heavily or Boo throws a toy on the floor or Isis jumps down off the counter. We toured this place twice before finally settling on it, and not once did I notice how the floor boards squeak each and every time we walk from the kitchen to the bedroom or the bedroom to the kitchen. I’ll be surprised if we don’t get a complaint from down below before our lease expires.
The apartment condo is a two bedroom / two bath unit and for the first time we don’t have to share a toilet with the cat. Unfortunately the extra toilet comes at the cost of hardwood floors. And space. And character. It is, however, located in a great spot: close to I-5 and a grocery store and the prerequisite Starbucks. Bubba’s commute to his new position is only about 30 minutes or so; a much welcomed improvement from the nearly two hour commute of his former position.
His new position is the driving factor in all of this, and although it has really shaken everything up, once we get everything here and out of our old place we can start making a new home and moving on from the last. Behind the scenes, this transfer has completely changed the course of our life and the plan we had for it. At the beginning of the year, we fully expected our life to be flipped upside down following the birth of Boo, but we never expected three months after her arrival that Bubba’s position would be eliminated, and that we would spend the rest of the spring and summer relocating to Bellingham while letting our house go into foreclosure.
