Almost There

How was I supposed to know that my sister and I have different addresses? We live in the same complex. I assumed only our apartment numbers would be different.

I've spent a frustrating several days trying to get the power turned on in my new apartment. Every time I spoke to someone at the electric company they would tell me the same thing: they had no record of the power being shut off. We went round and round in circles with no resolution. I've had to paint with little light, even in the daytime there really hasn't been good light to paint by. But I've pressed on because I'm moving tomorrow and need to have at least the living and bedroom done before moving my stuff in.

Then I set up an account with the phone company, and they called back to say my address could not be confirmed. I was beginning to wonder what kind of twilight zone I was moving into. Sissyface moseyed on over as I was speaking to them, and when she heard me confirm (what I thought was) my address, she said, "That's not your address."

Mystery solved, just like that.

That's the bad news. Well, that plus slamming my hand in a door and winding up with a huge, swollen bruise. The good news is that I love the colors I chose for each room. I can't tell you how many times in the past I've picked out colors I loved only to discover they weren't at all what I wanted.

Yesterday I took some before photos, which I'll post tonight if I have time. I don't want anyone thinking I over exaggerated things!

Time to get going . . .  I spent the night at Sissyface's; she's snoring quite loudly on the couch as I write this. I think she might be late for work. I always feel the dilemma of, should I wake her up, or let her sleep? I know it's not my responsibility to make sure she gets to work on time. I guess it's my maternal instinct kicking in. In the store yesterday I called her Baby without meaning to. I do that infrequently and don't know why.

Okay, up and at 'em. My entire body feels as if it's taken a huge beating. My hand is sore from gripping the paint roller handle, but who cares. I've lots to do today and no time for babying myself.

Tomorrow I move into my new place! How very, very strange.

Comments

[Tamara]

How crazy to live in the same complex and have a different address. It never would have dawned on me either! Glad you are painting and enjoying the colors. Good luck with the move. I LOVE waking up the first morning in a new place.

[beautifuldreamer]

Tamara,

I didn't feel too stupid because who would have thought the addresses would be different?

I love the colors, but for some reason the LR paint is not going on smoothly at all, it's all blotchy. I put on a second coat; I'm kinda afraid to go back and see how it looks!

I love waking up the first morning in a new place too...

Beauty

[Enola]

Most paint stores sell small sample cans so you can paint a sample on the walls. We did that in our living room because the light varies so much through the day.

I saw the before pics - you have your work cut out for you. But I have faith you will make it work.