Yes, you read that correctly. Only 10 days left until the big move. After waiting what seems like an eternity, it doesn’t seem real at all that it’s just around the corner. There are definitely times that I think we’re going to be stuck in this hellhole forever. A small part of me feels bad for calling it a hellhole. I mean, it certainly could be worse. It’s not actually falling down. And we do have running water and electricity. Unfortunately, that’s about all I can say for it. We were never truly happy with this apartment — it was always a stopgap, just a place to crash until we found our “real” place. And it’s served it’s purpose well. But ten months in a cramped, dark basement apartment with plumbing problems is far too long. And it doesn’t help that the bugs seem to have found a secret passage from the great outdoors. Yesterday, JP took a shirt out of the closet, removed the hanger and slipped it over her head. Then she started jumping around screaming while I stood by dumbfounded. Two seconds later, a huge mutant cricket leapt from her sleeve and landed on the floor, where it was promptly trampled by a small dog. And then I had a heart attack and died.

But then I sprung back to life because…TEN DAYS. That is not nearly enough time to do all the things I need to do! Namely, pack. So I have spent the last few days running around like a madwoman trying to get ready, which is why I haven’t been updating as frequently as usual.

Luckily I have tomorrow off work (don’t get too jealous — it’s compensation for the 24-hour shift I’m in the middle of right now) so hopefully I will be productive rather than doing what I really want to do: spend the entire day obsessively watching season three of The Office.

UPDATE: The lovely and talented Mir had a close encounter with the same mutant cricket! Check out this post for her story and a link to a photo of the mutant cricket, which is apparently called a “camel cricket”. Ew.