verbingnouns

Anticipation

You know that feeling when you're about to make a major or semi-major change in life and you're just ready to make the transition so you can get back into a regular routine? That's how I feel about my upcoming move. I'm just ready to be there. I bought paint for my room last night. It's called Sassy Pink. Hopefully, we'll get a lot of the painting done this weekend and it will be ready to be settled into in 2 weeks.
One thing I haven't done is pack. Every time I move (which, yes, I know, is more than the average person) I swear that I will pack more than 2 days before moving day. I never have. I'm a procrastinator. I cannot deny it.
Another side effect of the anticipation of moving is increased dissatisfaction with my current digs. I've mentioned it before: loud neighbors, junkie facilities, poor management, apartment living in general...did I mention the ants? Oh yes, there are ants aplenty - in the living room, in the bathrooms, in the kitchen, in the stairway, in the bedrooms, on the bed, on my arm. At least they're not biting ants. They're friendly, as far as ants go. But last night I reached my limit on pests: there was a roach in my shower. It's the first roach I've seen since living there, but when I felt something crawl on my foot, I was not happy. He looked like a well fed roach: probably came over from the white trash neighbors. I took it as a sign: when he asked to borrow my shampoo, I knew for sure it was time to move.