I guess this is another example of the squeaky wheel gets the grease, which is a role I hate playing, but I will when I have to. The real estate agent contacted me with a new apartment number that will be available Dec. 15th, so I rode up to the complex today to see exactly what building it's in. It isn't ideal as it faces north so there's minimal light, and I saw a tricycle on the balcony next door so there's presumably a younger child living there, but neither of those things are complete deal breakers.

If I really hate it I can move in a year or two but most importantly this apartment is on the second floor so I won't have to worry much about security. The upshot is that December 13th I'm meeting with the agent to sign the lease, and from there it will be organizing the move around the holidays. That also isn't ideal, but it has to be done. 

Luckily I was proactive, and the Sunday after Thanksgiving I sat down and wrote out all of my Christmas cards so that's out of the way. As for cookies, my sister will have to step up this year, or they simply won't get done, which is a more likely scenario. The first time I went to rehab it was over the holidays, and instead of making a solid effort for 4+ hours of baking she decided to skip them. I'm expecting a repeat if I don't complete my move pre-Christmas, but we'll see. Sometimes she surprises me in a good way.

This week I'll work on figuring out what days I'll need off from work since I carried over 5 days I've mentally earmarked for moving, and I'm going through what I have here in the house. I should probably notify the storage place I'm leaving, and contact Verizon and JCP&L and...oy. This is going to be a process but completely worth it to have my own space again!