My Life As A Sitcom

 Hello, dear friends.  I hope you had a good week.  All is well here.  The weather has been chilly but nice.

This is a little catch-up post.  I am constantly writing little notes to myself on post topics.  The problem is that I usually misplace the notes.  Believe me, it takes talent to lose things in a two-bedroom apartment.

Speaking of the apartment, I really like apartment living.  When we moved here, I told the Mister that my goal was to be in a house by Christmas. 

 

Obviously, that is not going to happen.  But I'm a lot more relaxed about our living situation than I thought I would be. As any of my family members will tell you, I am not a flexible person.

Our apartment life is very much like a sitcom.  Our #2 lives 3 floors up, and we feel very comfortable popping in on her every couple of hours.

She is always happy to see us.

She just doesn't show it sometimes.

Meanwhile, when our girl stops over to our love nest, she bursts through the door, halfway through a conversation that must have originated in the elevator.

escape hatch

The first thing that I appreciate about my new temporary situation is the convenience factor.  We are minutes away from the local vet and two of the Mister's favorite grocery stores, Tom Thumb and Central Market.  

The Mister gets giddy with the thought of running out for butter or eggs.  I have yet to make the voyage to the grocery store, but the Mister tells me that the staff is friendly and helpful.

And the best part?

Grocery stores sell wine!

And they use plastic bags!

The building that we live in is practically brand new.  It is a policy of the apartment complex to install brand new carpeting for every new resident.

My first apartment had eight-year-old gold shag carpeting that held a lot of treasures from the past.

As I mentioned, we live on the first floor.  We chose the first floor so that the minute that Chili begins her traditional tinkle dance, she does not have far to go.  

Occasionally, Chow will come down and grace our postage stamp of a yard with his generous contribution.

As I have shared with you, the complex is large and made up of many SMU grad students.  

The Mister and I feel like the Dorm Mom and Dad.  

There are very nice public spaces around the complex.  When we first arrived, the weather was warm, and we would go out to one of the courtyards for happy hour.  No one would ever join us was ever out there, so we made our own fun.

The Mister and I feel like we fit in very well here - our #2 begs to differ.

There are many things that the Mister and I are happy to share, but the bathroom is not one of them.  So we both agreed we needed 2 bathrooms. 

When Mama's happy, everyone is happy.

The second bedroom doubles as our storage room and the Mister's office.  Now that the Christmas gifts have been arriving, the Mister's lair is growing smaller by the minute.

the actual mailroom

Which brings me to one of the worst parts of this new temporary lifestyle.  The package receiving system is a disaster.  The resident is texted that they have received a package and given a number to input into a machine.  When the system works, the magic door to a box opens.  Otherwise, you are deemed to go through all the boxes left on the floor or contact the Wizard of Odds to open up the correct door.

 

Obviously, the Mister's OCD tendencies are severely tested when he makes the voyage to the Bermuda triangle of boxes and bags.

 

On a positive note, every evening, we put out our designated trash can outside our apartment door for pick up. 

Yup, every night.

When the Mister's happy, everybody's happy.

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Until next time...

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