Saturday, May 8, 2010
What We Can't Control
This past week and a half has left me mentally exhausted. While I'm undoubtedly thrilled beyond belief by the prospect of a new life in NYC, I'm also incredibly stressed out by my current life in Austin. I've been selling furniture via Craigslist nonstop since making my decision, and if you've sold on Craigslist before then you know how annoyingly flaky people can be. Luckily my diligence seems to be paying off as most of my big pieces have been sold (bie bie beloved pink bookshelves!). Unfortunately, the thing giving me the most anxiety is my darling petite pink palace.
I've done everything. I've posted on Craigslist, I've forwarded emails to all my friends and friends, I've posted on Facebook, and I've even made up fliers. But still most of the inquiries I've received are half-hearted (and often downright shady), and the one opportunity that i thought would definitely happen did not. I'm at my wit's end and also? I'm tired of being so damn stressed out about it. I've done what I can and I'll continue to do it, but some things just can't be controlled, and this is one of them. My Mom's being incredibly nice and telling me not to worry and that if it doesn't get sublet, then it's not the end of the world. I KNOW that, but still, it bugs me that this one piece of the puzzle won't fit. (And no, I cannot get out of my lease, it's pretty much impossible. Oh and breaking my lease would cost more than just paying it out. I hate TX.) I literally could not fall asleep last night waiting to hear back from this guy who promised to give me an answer last night, but of course didn't let me know until this afternoon and via TEXT. Punk. At this point, I'm offering an arm AND a leg to the person who takes over my lease and still, no takers. WTH people??
Okay, I'm done whining. The point is, I can't control it and so I just need to let it go. If it happens, it happens, and if it doesn't, it doesn't. And truth be told, everything else in my life has kind of worked out perfectly regarding this move, so I need to accept that perhaps this won't. But... what a waste of space!!! This gorgeous apartment will go uninhabited for 5 whole months. Le sad.
Anyway, I'm currently laying out on my parents' front lawn with Lola and a big ole blanket. It's gorgeous here in Dallas - sunny and breezy. And because my parents practically live in the country, it's SO quiet minus the chirping birds and rustling leaves. No kidding. I'm going to enjoy it and STOP stressing over my apartment.
(That being said, can y'all please keep your fingers crossed for me???)