Was that the fastest summer ever? My summer consisted of chasing the cutest kids in the world around town and cheering my superstar catcher of a brother on at his baseball games. When I wasn’t in the driver’s seat of a minivan or on a flaming hot bleacher, you could catch my mom and I hunting down the cutest finds a college budget could afford for my new apartment. I just couldn’t wait to deck out the first apartment in college with pieces that will most likely get trashed for year #2. Since you asked for a little sneak peek of what our shopping days consisted of, I’ll give you a taste, but only because you begged. It goes a little something like this…”But mom, it has a pineapple on it!!” “You’re right it’ll go with the rug, put it in the cart and don’t tell dad.” “Deal.” And if you wanted to be in on the action, we were at Target most every Tuesday and Saturday, but if we found something better at Home Goods on Wednesday, we were back at Target on Thursday to return Tuesday’s finds. So the answer is yes, it was indeed the fastest summer ever.
While trying to find things to fill an apartment, I learned about the moolah that’s required to live on your own more than ever. After my mom told me that Pottery Barn was just absolutely positively never an option for my apartment, we got resourceful. I am so lucky and beyond grateful for the people that cleaned house for my new “house”. Also, shoutout to Facebook Marketplace for allowing me to find old items down gravel roads in the middle of nowhere that just needed some extra love. My new-old dresser works great and my clothes appreciate it- they told me!
Well, where my clothes go I go, so that means I am officially all moved in. Last night was my first night and I really do love it. I mean, aside from the fact that my mom isn’t here and my bedsheets were the worst, I really do love it. My roommate, Nicole, and I had Halo Top for dinner and learned that apparently cable TV just isn’t for everyone. What’s better than that?
This morning when I woke up, I came to the realization that my sheets just had to go. They are the material of swishswishswish pants and I got a weird feeling inside every time I moved a toe. So as of now, I have no idea where any of my classes are but ask me how to get to Target- I got you. We went back to Target where I proceeded to feel every set of sheets to make sure they had no similarities whatsoever to the ones I already had.
Since we were out, we stopped at Walmart to pick up a screwdriver for the shoe rack that I bought on yesterday’s trip to Target. Did you know you need tools to assemble things? Me either. Here’s a snippet of the conversation with the man in the FISHING department (which FYI is separate from hardware) as I held up the screw I brought: “I need a screwdriver to fit this screw for my shoe rack, do you have one?” He goes, “Ma’am that is the most basic screw there is, yes we have a Phillips screwdriver. Are you building this yourself?” You should have seen the concern on his face when I nodded my head. Well sir, I built it myself and it looks great.
I have absolutely no idea what to do until Monday, but don’t think I haven’t thought about driving home for a quick visit. Until then, I’ll keep putting things in my planner and watching vlogs on Youtube. This may sound like a complaint, but trust me, I’m one happy camper.
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GRATITUDE BONUS: I couldn’t be more thankful for my Pyatt people. They make leaving so hard, but they continue to help compose a life of fabulousness for me. I seriously don’t know if I could blink without them!
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