moving: post-move

The last week has just flown by entirely too quickly.  I've been living in an apartment with my boyfriend for four days now, and we're getting along fantastically (well, we definitely will be by the time this apartment is cleaned up!) and everything is pretty great.  It's awesome to be able to sleep next to someone you love every single night, you know?  Waking up in the morning next to him, being able to smell him, touch him, whenever I want to... it's like a whole new world.  I can't even describe it really.  I'm so fascinated and I'm so excited.  I really feel like he is "the one" (if there is such a thing) and I can't wait to spend the rest of my life with him.

So moving.  Ugh, moving.  Moving was... painful, in a way.  I'm proud of myself for not really crying in front of much of anyone.  It took about two hours to get all my stuff packed (and man I wish I'd gotten a picture).  We ended up having to take three vehicles - my car, my dad's car, and my uncle's truck to move the big furniture.  We covered all of the furniture with a tarp, because there was a 60% chance of rain, and ya know, mattresses and mildew are mortal enemies.  Well, the tarp was what gave us the most damn issues.  We left around 3pm this past Saturday, and not thirty minutes later, we're pulled over on the side of the road to fix the stupid tarp, because it has decided to almost blow off of everything!  Great!

As a side note, where my dad and I pulled over to, there was an extremely awesome beaver dam.  I'm such a nerd, and I got all excited because OMG I've never been this close to a beaver dam before!

It was great.  Finally we got back on the road and another thirty minutes went by before we stopped, yet again, to fix the stupid tarp.  I shrugged and thought to myself "Well, at least we're halfway there now."  Thankfully there weren't anymore stops between the halfway point and my apartment!  Yay apartment!  All of my stuff got unloaded in less than an hour, which is great.  But no unpacking happened haha so that wasn't so great.

Then my family and I went to eat dinner at El Cerro (which is a wonderful mexican restaurant, if you've ever considered eating there) and it was getting really late.  We came back to my apartment to say a final farewell (well, not really final, but you understand, right?) and I was proud of myself for, yet again, not crying!  It was quite an experience, and it still is one.

I'm still adjusting to not having my mommy around 24/7.  I miss being able to walk out of my room (or drive across town) and she's right there.  I know she's just a phone call away, but there's just something about being right there with my mommy.  I'm such a mommy's girl, and no one would ever be able to tell me any different.

On a different note, it's pouring rain outside, and I'm making a huge face.  I think I'm going to grab some lunch and cuddle with my sweetie before he goes out to work.

Don't miss my next update!  All about Saint Patricks day, and anticipation for my upcoming 21st!

moving: pre-move

I'm moving tomorrow.  Been packing.  Won't be updating for a little bit :[

Hopefully I'll give you guys a great big update monday on how life is!  Until then, tootles.

Beachy days and sleepy nights.

Yesterday, oh yesterday.  Yesterday was a rough day.  It started off badly with me only getting 3 hours of sleep (damn you Case 39), but it was escalated when I couldn't fall back asleep before my first babysitting job of the day.  Crap.  I met Zoe and her mom and dad around 9am, and it was awesome.  She was a self-sufficient little ball of energy.  Within minutes, we had played kickball, played with her ABC mats, watched a small part of a DVD, found the hiding cat (he liked confined spaces, he was not amused when Zoe found him) and played with her sand toys.  Whew.  I'm getting tired just thinking about it.

The best part of the day, hands down, was taking her to the beach.  She adored the beach - and it only took her two seconds to get her entire skirt wet and sandy.  Whoops, guess we should've put her in a bathing suit.  It was whatever, because she had an absolute blast!  Pouring sand and water all over herself, making turtles in the sand with her toys, playing with these two adorable little girls who came into the shallow pools with us, and then finally, getting me up to bury my feet completely.  Once she finally decided she was done, we headed back up the beach and had a snack and finally left for the day.  I'm left with a little bit of sunburn and a whole lot of love for Zoe.

When I left that job, I had a little bit of time, so I ran over to Conway to grab Shay.  We went to get something to eat, and just bummed around in general.  Shay is one of the greatest friends I've ever had.  We're so alike, but so very different at the same time.  She's opinionated without being a complete douchebag about it (here's lookin at you, Thomas's other friends) and so we get along even when we don't agree.  Fabulous.

For my next job (the sleepy night part), I arrived an hour early!  Crap, apparently I don't know how to read.  But it was okay, she was totally a joy about it, and she told me later that her boyfriend was able to nap later because of it.  Gavin was a little cutie-pie, 13 months old and crawling EVERYWHERE.  He and I played in the room with his toys while mommy was getting ready to go out.  He was so much fun - everything had to be looked at and introduced to me.  But our fun was cut short whenever mommy came back in, because she laid him down to sleep :[  Aww no more baby.  But that left me in a house alone able to do pretty much whatever I felt like doing.

So I do what all the normal people do.  I read and watched Intervention until I finally passed out.  Joy of joys.  I'm sure they thought I was cray-cray (I mean seriously - who watches documentaries about drug users?) but in the end, her boyfriend woke me up and paid me and I left.  Easy night.  It was harder once I tried to find my bosses house to drop off some of the money I owed her, but that ended out alright too.

I just can't wait to see what this week brings me.

Sitting on babies? Why that's absurd!

New job: Babysitter.  And you know what?  I don't mind.  Between all the kids being at the house in Wilmington, and various babysitting experiences since age 12, I'm actually fairly excited.  The pay is decent and under the table, which I like for a variety of reasons (the biggest being that I will still qualify for state health assistance!  yay my diabetes won't kill me!) and it means that I get to do what I've wanted to for the past year and a half (well, year and four months but who is counting :p)

Apartment hunting.  Wow.  This has been quite the experience, because it's income-based housing.  I've been sent to the beach and back multiple times, sent up to Thomas's work and back multiple times, and now it looks like we're finally ready to sign the lease on March 21st.  I cannot wait.  I won't lie, I'm going to bawl like a baby when I finally leave/my parents finally leave from helping me.  I'm going to miss my mommy.  She is my rock, my best friend, and living two hours away from her is going to be so hard.  But I have to do what's right for me right now.

This whole ordeal has me around his family a lot more, and the more I'm around them, the more I start to like them again.  In fact, I cooked dinner for them twice last week, and I'll be cooking dinner tonight.  It's such a nice change, from a 3br/2ba apartment with 11 people, to a 3br/2ba house with only five (both including moi).  I don't have to worry about cooking for a thousand people, I have my own space, I don't have to worry about kids touching/breaking my things.  It's such a stress reliever.  And still, I've picked up smoking again.  :/  Well hopefully that won't last forever.  In fact, I'm hoping to have quit completely by the time we move our stuff in on the 26th.

Speaking of the 26th, it's my mommy's birthday!  Unfortunately, we do have to move my stuff then.  I feel really bad, but I need my own place to stay (staying between Thomas's parents and Shay's houses is really unnerving) and this was the most opportune weekend to do so.  Even she said "You gotta do what you gotta do."  My mommy will be 44 years old, and my brother will be 23.  The EXTREMELY exciting thing is that, once their birthday passes, it's only three more weeks until my 21st!  I'm so pumped for my 21st birthday - not even necessarily to get my drink on, but because I will be able to get into places I wasn't able to before.  And that's exciting enough for me!

Tomorrow is Saint Patrick's Day - so everyone wear your green and smile.  Hopefully life will throw some good luck your way (and maybe mine too).

Life, love, and all that entails.

I know that my profile is supposed to be for this kind of thing.  Well, I think that's almost useless.  My name is Megan.  I'm originally from North Carolina, but I've moved one state south to be with the love of my life, Thomas.  I'm between places at the moment, while we're waiting on our apartment to be approved, but when we move in, it'll be our own little space.  A one bedroom in the heart of Conway.  I can't wait.  I have the best friends I could ever ask for in life.  They're like my family, and I couldn't imagine life without them.

Speaking of my family, I think that's who I'm going to miss the most.  Even the crowded little three bedroom apartment with 11 people living in it.  I'm going to miss my cousins, who have been  away from home for the past eight years.  I'm going to miss my brother, and his crazyness, and how we've grown together in the past couple years since "growing up" (if you could even call it that.)  I'm going to miss my daddy, and how he is a giant child, but still responsible in the same breath.  I'm going to miss my mommy, who has been my rock for the past 20 years of my life, and I couldn't imagine it any other way.  She listens to me and gives advice, and sometimes we butt heads, but she really is my role model.  I used to say I never wanted to be like her, but now that I'm older (more mature?  probably not) I can see that all along, she is the kind of person I want to be.

I can't wait until I can update and show pictures of my apartment.  That's going to be the most exciting part for me!  Not only showing pictures of the rooms and the decor, but just proving that I have my own space, and I am making it on my own (okay, not completely on my own, but you guys get the idea!) and that everything will fall into place and be okay.

Well, I'm optomistic at least.