Denver or Bust

But not until Friday...the plan was to leave early early early Thursday, but now it's early early early Friday. I just wanted to provide yall with a lil update...

I am in Wilmington with a VERY packed Pearl, visiting with my oh so special family, with still a TON of things to do before my departure...things that perhaps could have been done in the three weeks I spent delaying the inevitable...oh well. But I think my brother explained it best..."Procrastinators Unite...tomorrow!"

I shall let yall know when I have made it out west...until then, say a little prayer that Pearl, Hunter, and I make it to Denver safe and sound. I cannot thank you all enough for your support and encouragement!

Goodbyes are not good...

I am really hating the goodbyes...like A LOT...I have already had 3 sets this week and I don't know that I am going to make it past Saturday...or next Thursday for that matter. I have everything here...my wonderful family just 2 hours away, an amazing bunch of friends who mean the world to me, a job...wait I don't have one of those...but it feels like I have everything I need so why on earth would I leave all of this behind? Am I crazy?

I cant help but to think that everything in life happens for a reason and if you have heard the reasons, you would know that it is meant for me to be out west in Denver. And I know I have been in quite the rut here lately in Raleigh, but why is it that something that seems so exciting as in moving to Denver is now sounding like the WORST idea ever? I need for the tears to stop flowing and I need for the anxiety to subside IMMEDIATELY or I am going to have the biggest meltdown this side of the Mississippi...and it aint going to be pretty.

Really shouldn't have left you...

Without a dope beat to step to...so sorry I have been MIA ever since the big move announcement...I guess you could say I have been busy preparing for my crazy, new adventure and packing. But by packing I mean staring at boxes just wishing they would pack themselves. How does one acquire so much shit? Excuse my French, but it's true.

Luckily I have been able to sell most of the big things on Craigslist, and luckily I was able to take everything that wasn't coming to Denver to my mom's house. But now...NOW...everything that is in my house is in for the long haul...and I should be packing it up, but cant seem to do it. I don't know whether I am being lazy, or if I am scared to be sad, but either way it is not getting done and it needs to be. HELP :)!

In with the new...

My God! So they are FINALLY donezo with my counter tops...about freaking time...only took a freaking week, which means a freaking week without a sink and stove, but alas, here they are...just in time for me to move to Denver. I am sure my future tenants will just love them...and take care of them...yeah they better take care of them...OR ELSE.

One door closes...

And then you move to Denver...yeah that is what the quote says right? Ummm no, it says that another door opens, but folks, I am going to Denver...AT LAST! You see that picture of me to the right...that's me in Denver...and you see how happy I am...

This week has been quite an interesting one. I was getting new counter tops. And that probably doesn't sound too weird, but it is. You see, I had top secret plans to move to Denver in April and was going to go ahead and put things in motion to make that happen. One of those things was to have the property management company come to take a look at my place to see how much I could rent it for. BUT that wasn't going to happen until I got my new counter tops. And this was the week they came to put them in. And now the property management company is coming on Monday to assess my place.

On Tuesday I had called my dad after leaving work and he had asked me how things were going, to which I replied 'not too well' as I was pretty slow again. Then I said to him jokingly 'I just wish they would lay me off so I could go ahead and move to Denver.' And Wednesday morning, it happened. I was laid off. And was angry. Livid. Crushed. Embarrassed. Disgusted. Betrayed. Used.

I immediately left that hellhole, to which I shall now call that place, and after many hours of uncontrollably crying my eyes out, calling my family and friends to let them know I had yet again been laid off, it came to me...I needed to go ahead and move to Denver...no sense in sticking around these parts without a job.

And RANDOMLY, Hunter called (he was in Denver when I was, driving cross country). I say randomly because we had only been keeping in touch through My Space, but I did not have his number and that day, out of all days, he calls to tell me that he wants to move to Denver.

Little did he know I had been laid off and wow what a day for him to call and tell me such news. If these aren't all signs pushing me out west, I don't know what is. I now feel unbelievably calm and totally see that hellhole letting me go as the biggest blessing. I am so on to bigger and better things...and in the Rockies! And like Jason Mraz says, "Hold your own, know your name, and go your own way...and everything will be fine."

It is so going to be fine even if I don't have a job (yet), or my own bedroom in Kerri and Jenn's house. It just has to be. And I could not be more excited. And nervous. And scared. And sad. But hopeful, which is pretty dang important.

So folks, Hunter, Pearl, and I will be hitting the road around the beginning of October! And I cannot wait to share this new adventure with you all!

ATTENTION PARIS...

No one wants to be your new BFF.

Love, Felanie Melanie

P.S. Sorry readers I am working from home today and have been listening to the Run's House marathon on MTV and have seen her commercial SEVERAL times. Does anyone find this as ridiculous as I do? I mean the only good thing that came out of her last reality TV bust was Sunnnnnahhhhh Siiiiiiiiine Sunnnnnnnaaaaaahhhhh Siiiiiiiine. Other than that, the series was a train wreck...much like her I guess, but why cant she just go back to being rich and out of my face? UUGGHH...gawsh...

Sinks and stoves...OH MY!

Now tell me...what is wrong with this picture?

No not the massive clutter silly, that's just everything that belongs in my kitchen...

I will give you a hint...there in the left corner...

Yep, there is a sink in my dining room.

And this...what is this?

No...not mini pictures of me and my sissie and friends...there is a freaking stove in my living room!

And guess who didn't think about not being able to use either of these things while their new counter tops are being put in???

Out with the old...

I have owned my condo now for almost a year and a half. I must admit that the kitchen was one of the most appealing things about this place. Although I rarely cook, but have the best intentions to do so, I just fell in love with the kitchen...and not just because it was mice free...unlike the dump I previously lived in.

I loved the cherry colored cabinets, black appliances, and the so called granite counter tops. And I say 'so called' because I still don't know what they are made of, but what matters most is that they are being replaced. They may have looked really good when I first arrived, but by God, I have managed to ruin them.

I know I said I rarely cook, but I have been known to make a pot of beans, a casserole, or mac and cheese every now and again. But all of these things have caused me to ruin my counter tops in some way, shape, or form. I shall start with Exhibit A:

If you will please note the 3 rings above...you see that was from me re-heating a bowl of black eyed peas and rice in the microwave and moving them down my counter not once, not twice, but three times. Come to find out these bad boys, like most counter tops, are not heat resistant. Who knew? This girl sure didn't.

I now present to you Exhibit B:

You see those scratch marks? Yeah those were done just about a week ago when making that one said casserole. I slid my mixing bowl over to make room for the actual casserole dish and VOILA! I get scratch marks!

And last, but not least, see both of the pictures above for Exhibit C. All the white spots. Not exactly sure where all of those came from, but I think some might have been from boiling water jumping out from the pot. But that is just my excuse for some of those. The rest, there is no telling.

So as you can see, my counter tops have turned out to be shit. Shit I tell ya. But thanks to another incident my little condo was involved in, I learned from a secret source that they were replacing all of the counter tops in all of the newly sold units. And yours truly just had to get in on that action.

Luckily, I have an awesome relationship with my realtor (if you are buying a place in the Triangle area, I will gladly refer you) and she had recently helped one of my co worker's in finding a place. Although she is not really involved in my development any more, I still gave her a call to see if I could get in on the good stuff. And you know what...this girl is getting new counter tops starting tomorrow.

I have to say starting tomorrow because the damn things take more than 3 days to do. Who knew? This girl sure didn't. And I have seen what they are putting in, thanks to the model unit, and I am so not crazy about them, but they are FREE. So they will work just fine. And I have heard that tile counter tops are heat resistant. Score!

With that said, I now present to you the before...please excuse the bareness...had to move everything out of the way...

So be on the lookout for the after later on this week...