2 days left until I move out of my apartment, never to return. First is pre-DragonCon madness trying to finish costumes with friends, then DragonCon itself in all its splendor, then 2 days of Baltimore Comic Con (working) and then I join the Marvel Universe Live tour. Just in case anyone missed the big news, I will NOT be at New York Comic Con or Comikaze or any 2014 conventions after September. ok back to packing and crying
So it looks like we are going to be selling our house. We’re under contract on one with a lot more space (Yay!) but there are still a lot of different things that have to work in our favor for us to be able to get. Thank goodness for contingencies. This week I’m busting my butt to pack up our house (the offer was accepted over the weekend) so that various people can come in starting next week to do their thing. We’re hoping to list it the weekend before the Super Bowl but it might be the weekend after. Tomorrow is filed with appts (inspections, painters, stager, handyman) and I work at the hospital this weekend. Throw in trying to pack with a toddler and I think I’m going to be totally used to the no sleep thing when the baby comes.
You know what I don’t get? Why people seem to hate pants so much. Everyone’s always like “pants are evil!” and “as soon as I get home I just want to take off my pants” but you know what, I love pants. Pants are great. I sleep in my jeans sometimes and it’s perfectly comfortable.