It's been hell. Between the packing, the loading, cleaning, the unloading and the unpacking I'm fucking so tired. Oh, and not to mention the emotional side. Yes, I'm a very sentimental type of person; as I finished up cleaning my old apartment, it was sad to leave for the last time. But, I just closed the door and didn't look back. I guess the end of my stay there had other symbolism attached to it. I had what I thought was a "good friend" living near by. Someone who I've known for a long time and had actually dated. Without going in to details, this person, in my view, turned their back on me by making ridiculous stipulations on me in order to keep her as a friend. So it was "do this or you're not aloud in my house" and "I don't want to come near you unless..." What a friend, not!
So, my leaving that apartment, was also the end of that "relationship" as well. Which is sad, but it wasn't my decision. I wish that person well.
At the moment, I'm loving my new home. At the other apartment, I was next to an interstate highway and the noise level was horrible. The air-condition blower was in the bedroom and it sounded like a fright train. And, the parking in the evening was terrible. Here, it's like night and day. It's very quiet, the blower is in the bathroom and it's quite. The parking here is great. There is plenty of parking day or night. Time will tell the whole story. But, right now I'm very happy.
