Moving in the Winter

Along with a new year comes a new place for me to live. As I've talked about before, we've been freeloading off my parents for the past 8 months, and as much as I ADORE them for letting me steal their heat, internet and hot water, it was time that we put on our big girl panties and move out on our own. 

We started looking online while we were in Europe, and we sent my mom out to view a few apartments for us. We slowly realized that there were no good places available, because most leases start either in May or September. But we didn't give up, and ended up finding an adorable one bedroom in the same house as a close friend of Kaylee's. 

We began moving in the last day of December, and woke up in 2013 in our new apartment. 

Here's a sneak peek of our place:

More pictures will come as we get settled, but here's my insight into why most leases AREN'T available beginning January 1st. 

• Nobody wants to move on New Years Day. Imagine being hungover, moving a bed, and unpacking boxes. THE WORST. Thankfully we moved all the big stuff two days before, but still... we still had to clean and unpack while poppin' advil like a boss. 
• In Canada, January is the coldest month of the year. I don't know if that's a fact, but when you have a death grip on your mothers antique dresser, and you're not wearing gloves, it can feel like you've permanently lost all feeling in your hands. 
• It usually takes a few days for heat and hot water to be turned on. This wouldn't be an issue in the summer, but when you go to bed and you can see your breath, it sucks. Also, cuddling becomes a survival skill, not foreplay. 
• Moving sucks in general, but having the added danger of slipping on the ice and having the box containing your hardcover Harry Potter series landing on your spleen, moving now becomes a dangerous game of life or death. 
• Not only does slipping on the ice worry me, but trying to get a small truck containing my bed, bedframe, dresser and antique trunk up my parents steep (and now icy) driveway, it becomes an impossibly frustrating two hours of my life that could have been spent watching Honey Boo Boo reruns. 
• No matter how much your friends like you, no one wants to help you move in the dead of winter. And if they do (thank you Stef, Emily and Garret), they are insane and you now owe them your first child, or a really big box of wine. 

Here's to my parents still letting me use their internet to publish this post! 

And if you're in the Canadian area - call me to come visit my new place. I'll make you tea.