I’m going to come right out and say that I have high expectations for our new apartment. I’m going to quantify this, too: we are going to live happily here for at least 5 years.
Five. Whole. Years.
Readers. That means I don’t want to move until at least 2019. 2019!
Many of you may be wondering why this is such a big deal to me. Well, let me explain. Jason and I have moved twice in the past 6 months, and 5 times within the past 6 years. Two of these trips were across state lines.
Things were more reasonable back when I lived with my parents: only 4 moves before I moved out, and then 3 moves within 3 years.
Just in case you lost count, that means I’ve moved 12 times in my life, which is an average of once every 2.33 years (I’m 28years old).
That means my current goal is to increase my time-between-moves average by 114%!
My biggest problem is that I either get bored of a place or I feel like we (i.e., our stuff) have outgrown it. Given that we are living in the city, our place really is currently smaller than the places we’ve had in the past. So, this is going to be hard.
I have a two-step plan:
1. Don’t buy stuff (timely, given my blogger-friend Tony’s recent post)
2. Enforce the “everything must have a place” rule, for when I break rule #1
I want to do this right the first time. We don’t have a lot of money, so I don’t want to buy temporary storage/shelves and then upgrade. Unfortunately, that means we currently live in a mini disaster zone.
It may take some time, but eventually this place is going to be great. We both have a lot of ideas (mostly in the form of Ikea purchases) to really make this an efficient and comfortable place to live.