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This is a true story. With pictures.

So we did a walk-through of our new apartment on Monday. Our new, beautiful, practically perfect in every way new apartment. On the way from the Omni to heaven, we were laughing about all the people we've met along the way of this moving journey. Let me introduce you:

Liz: she's the cute little office worker at heaven (I've decided that's what the new place is called. That being said, there are a lot of pictures of Italy in heaven. I think this is no coincidence.) who is sweet but is also a sneaky little finagler. She somehow convinced us it was beneficial to move in a week before our current contract was up. While fully aware of what she was doing, I did have to sit back and grin on the inside. Props to you and your oh so "sneaky" ways, dear Liz. We're convinced we'll be friends. Liz is hilarious under all that business, I think...and for some reason, when I see Liz all I can think of is the Magic School Bus. She's not a lizard by any means, but my childhood brain just instantly made that association. Yaaaay, neurons. :)

Rod: Rod works at RC Willey. He's in his mid 40's I'd guess, and he has braces. He was lucky enough to sell all three of us our dream beds. And kitchen table and chairs. He made us a "deal" by taking off our shipping costs for delivery day. What a sweetie, right? *scoff* I love how salesmen make it seem like something like that is such a big favor, a big deal, like they only do that for their favorite customers...oh, you mean the ones who spend more than enough money to make it worth your free shipping while? Yeah. That'd be us. Many thanks, Rod...hahaha. Whatever. I've got the 17-year-olds and the middle-aged men of the world covered. Too bad all the guys inbetween those age ranges haven't figured out what a CATCH I am. :) bhahahahaha....

Wanda: I didn't actually meet Wanda. But Tania and Mel did, and I feel a little jealous that I didn't get to hear this cowgirl tell them to pull our rig right up for the U-haul rental we've decided is worth the $20 for the day. You read that right: our RIG. :) We giggled about that one for a while. I've gotta get me a rig, I think. Man power only goes so far, you know, and I can't fit my college freshman belongings into the back of a little red Jetta anymore.

A) Because I'm not a college freshman anymore.

B) Because I don't have that little red Jetta anymore.

C) Because I own more than the clothes off my back these days. 

Also, when you grow up you have to provide more than sheets for your bed. If you don't have a bed, the sheets don't do you any good. Also, sheets will fit in a trunk but a mattress will not. Interesting.

Thus: The U-haul, our RIG, and Wanda. :)

how. did. that. happen.

I think my favorite part about all these people is that I didn't make any of those names up. Especially Wanda. I already explained my Liz association. And isn't Rod the perfect name for a furniture salesman? I thought so.

Okay. Thank you for making that detour with me. We will now continue on to the beautiful apartment walk-through in heaven:

Isn't it funny how we find little things (or big things) in life that we are just so initially convinced are perfect...only to find upon closer inspection that all things have their flaws, significant or insignificant, but flaws nonetheless? (I could write a whole post on that...but I'll try to stay on track here.) I kind of love the perfect imperfection idea. Is that weird? I'd like to think it's closer to the truth than perfect perfection. At least for this life. Aaaanyway....

That held true as we were forced to further inspect perfection in our new home. There were little paint chips here and there, an oven door with a streak on the inside that will never be cleaned and always bother me (if I let it) because it looks like we can't just wipe down the oven door. Hahah. The balcony for the master bedroom is much smaller than I remembered, and an outlet was trying to come out of the wall. There was a little broken corner of the molding above the door...just sitting there all sad and wishing it wasn't broken.

All these small imperfections are fine, though, because the rest of it is so beautiful and long overdue. The carpets are clean and beautiful and won't cause our visitors to get some kind of weird rash if they happen to lay down on them. (We don't talk about the Omni carpets. shudder.) The kitchen cupboards are beautiful and HUGE. The coutnertops are granite. (Thank you, heaven.) I could go on and on, but I won't. I'll stop there. :) (Look at me, exuding all that verbal self-control.)

Our furniture gets delivered Saturday morning. My ksl dresser project is coming along beautifully (pictures to come). I have a million boxes to pack. Saturday is closing day at the Canyons and I haven't been in at least a month. Do I forgo the day of packing I had planned on Friday for one final day of frozen glory on the slopes?

Aeyaeyae....as if I don't have enough dilemmas swimming around in my head right now...but we won't go there yet. Maybe ever.

In other news, when I set up the electric and gas for our new apartment yesterday, the guy on the other line found out I work for the Brigham Young Univeristy (clearly not a local, btw) and freaked out because "That's where Jimmer Fredette goes to school! That's Jimmer Fredette!" Hysterical. (Mindy, please note I used his name but did not include a picture. That's literally ONLY because I know you read my blog and I love you. Don't forget it, m'kay? Great.) It was all I could do to not burst out laughing every time he said it. JIMMER FREDETTE! (Which was MULTIPLE times, by the way.) It was like he was speaking to a celebrity (me) about an even bigger celebrity (the Jimmer). He ended our phone conversation/business transaction by starting to sing "Teach me how to Jimmer, teach me, teach me how to Jimmer..." holy. crap.

Also: Provo utilities companies are pirates. Orem charges practically nothing to set up utilities. They are saints.

And that's my story about moving so far. The end.