This has been the most ridiculous move I've ever encountered. After those 17 rejections we were finally approved and supposed to move in on the 8th, right? Well, the 8th came and went and our "approved" application was still over at HQ in their "compliance" department. Monday we found out we needed to redo 2 documents, did that immediately.

I tried not to call on Tuesday, considering I had been calling multiple times a day for 5 days now. Later in the day I got a call and they said "So-and-so didn't call you??" SO I should have called for the 6th day in a row, lesson learned... they couldn't print one file like, God only knows why the file would open do its thing, but not print. I had to fax it to them. Tip: If you ever need to fax something without a fax machine but have it digitally: myfax.com/free/ use this.

My birthday was on Wednesday, the 13th. My birthday wish as I blew out the candles was that we could just move with no more complications. Finally Thursday the 14th we were good to go. I headed out and signed the lease, Sephi signed the lease on her way to work, and Saturday my parents came and we got the keys.

We went from around 9am to 2am getting everything over, it was absolute madness, and everyone is suffering from a flu at this point, since I brought one home from work, Sephi was on her worst day of it. If it weren't for my parents helping us I don't even know where we'd be today. I probably would have laid down in the street and cried.

In the end, this wasn't just an uphill battle this was like a mountain-scaling battle. I can't think of a better metaphor for it. Without my lovely mate on the other end of that lifeline, and without the help and support of everyone involved (basically my climbing tools) I can not imagine getting up this thing. I mean it might have been possible, but honestly between chronic illness disability and everything... I barely kept from shutting down as it was.

The place is small, but its ours, and its affordable. After a year at that other place, I never really felt like I was ever home. With Nick acting like he did I was always scared we were going to have to move and never fully unpacked. I never felt comfortable... but even just two nights here I already feel so peaceful and like I'm home. I'm exhausted, still sick, every inch of my body hurts, but we're homeeee.

I know we're going to end up with some struggles in the future. Nick left some of his stuff there, he never turned in his key, and he never gave them a forwarding address. I got them to sign something say when we left and what time and everything... but I already know when they can't find Nick that they're going to come after us. >:v So, I'm ready!