Things Can Change

It’s been one heck of a crazy year. So many things have changed for me. Fortunately, most of those changes are for the good. As twentysomethings we’re at that time in our life where big decisions are made, change is commonplace and we’re all navigating vastly different courses.

Around this time last year I was terrified. Not only was I changing jobs less than one year after accepting the first position of my career, but one of the factors in play for this decision was my boyfriend. Now, please don’t miss understand me, I was smart with this decision. I made sure to find a job in my field, that I wanted and where I got a raise. ¬†However, Mike’s location did play a factor and it was scary to include that in my decision making process.

The first two months were a HUGE transition period. First, adjusting to living under someone else’s roof which Mike’s parents generously offered me while I was apartment hunting and then setting up the new place while acclimating to a new type of position and worrying that I had made a mistake and I would find myself alone and heartbroken in my boyfriend’s hometown.

Fortunately, here I am a year later and my heart and my life are still in tact. There have been a few bumps and curves along the way, but that is to be expected. Despite the frozen tundra that enveloped the apartment when the heat went out and the ant invasion of 2017, I am moving soon to a pet friendly house where I can finally own my first puppy.

Over the last year I ran my first half marathon, bought my first set of brand new tires, attended a Packer playoff game and became a derby girl. I built my first 3D puzzle, published another poem and stayed in my first all-inclusive resort. I even cleaned out my closet.

Looking back over the last 365 days, it feels more like a lifetime. I am proud of all that I have accomplished and to have learned from the mistakes I made. The move was scary, but ultimately the right decision for me. Thank god! Things can change and that’s okay. Embrace the changes, attack the challenges and live life to the fullest.

To everyone that has Feels Good at First stuck in their head, here you go:

Living that Pet Friendly Life

I want a dog. I have wanted one for as long as I can remember. It might finally happen. Man, I hope it does. I absolutely cannot wait. However, it’s proving to be a much more daunting task than I imagined.

Rent

Unfortunately I have not struck gold since I moved to Baraboo so the first thing that I look for in a new property is the price tag. I am well aware that there are generally pet fees at properties that allow dogs. I also understand duplexes and houses often require yard work and, typically, less utilities are included in the rent. I was willing to make these sacrifices to finally adopt the dog I had been dreaming about since I was three years old.

Availability

I wish that being aware of all these things would be enough. Sadly that is not the case. Properties that are reasonably prices, not surprisingly, get snatched up pretty quickly. Those that don’t seem to be either available too soon or not soon enough. It’s a tough decision when a place is available too soon. Is it worth it to pay that much extra rent when you know rent is about to go up? How nice is the place? Can I afford that before I get my security deposit back?

Size Restrictions

I have always wanted a Golden Doodle. However, some apartments and buildings don’t have enough space and/or yard for me to justify getting a dog that size. No, Doodles are not huge but I also don’t want to force one to live in a smaller space than it would be comfortable with. On the plan B, to Pomsky.

Breed Restrictions

Okay so I find a place that’s affordable, is available at a convenient time and has enough space for a Pomsky, but there are breed restrictions. To be perfectly honest, I would be happy with virtually any dog. I want one that badly. But I had my heart set on a Pomsky and Huskys or anything mixed with a Husky are on the restricted breeds list. I cannot win.

I have not yet made a decision regarding where I will be living. The fact that I haven’t made a decision has me stressed out beyond belief. Should I cave and resign my current lease? What if I don’t and someone else looks at it, likes it and decides to live there and I haven’t found a new place yet? What if I do sign it and then find the perfect pet friendly place?

I have until the end of next week to decide and I’m so sick of looking for places, filling out applications and worrying I could puke. There are a few more options for me to view over the next few days and then it’s decision time.

Cross your fingers for me. I need all the help I can get.