I'm ready.

I'm ready to move. We got the down payment together. We just have to wait until closing now. This is difficult. I am ready to be out of our tiny apartment.

Lots of things are wrong with the apartment. It has gotten to the point where it is funny. A couple of years ago, the heating fan in the bathroom went out. Now we have a switch that does nothing. Did we put in a work order? Of course not. We are too lazy for that. And we would have to be there to deal with repair men and keep the dog off of them. And I would have to put on a bra. Too lazy.

There is some damage to the wall in the bathroom and also to the inside of the door. We tried to lock Stinky in there once while we were gone to keep him from destroying the house. Apparently didn't work. I did wash all the peanut butter off the walls though.

We caught Stinky with a syrup bottle once. He is amazingly good at removing lids. He was drinking the syrup. So was the carpet. I did get all of that up eventually though, thanks to my new Bissell. I have a love affair with my Bissell Little Green. That is another post entirely.

A couple of months ago, our towel rack in the bathroom started to break. It still holds towels, but it is holding together by a thin strip of metal. Work order? No, see above.

And finally, the kitchen sink. Several weeks ago, I noticed that when I turned on the water, a small fountain shot out of the back of the faucet. Not good, not normal. Probably easily fixed, I probably could have done it myself. But I didn't . Now it has stopped leaking, but when we turn the water off, it makes a high pitched squealing sound for about three seconds. It sounds like someone is squishing a bunny. J and I laugh every time. We are horrible people.

But every time something else goes wrong, or we hear the squished bunny, we look at each other and repeat our mantra:

It is time for us to move.