The highlight of my week: we went grocery shopping at Costco last night. I'd withdrawn almost $300 from my bank account (the last of the money to my name... AGAIN...) and wholly expected to be spending all of it. Why?
Well, we don't usually grocery shop more than once or twice a month. Otherwise, we always end up buying a bunch of junk food and sugary crap that we really don't need in our bodies. And given our eating habits as of late, I've decided that it's time to change that.
We bought a TON of stuff (but not everything on the list I wrote up... time to take a short trip to Superstore for the last few things?), including three (yes three) loaves of bread, a massive box of cereal, a couple egyptian cotton towels (come on, allow me a small impulse purchase? They're bright colours!), pasta sauce, fruits and veggies, etcetera etcetera etcetera. The great thing about it is that our bill only came to about $160. We've easily spent more than that at Superstore or Safeway and gotten about half as much as we did.
I find warehouse stores so disorienting, though. I mean, awesome that we can go grocery shopping there, now we won't need to do a major shopping trip for a month, BUT: I find it so exhausting to walk up and down these huge, massive aisles. It completely drained me. By the time we got home, all I felt like doing was putting things away and going to bed.
Come to think of it, that's... pretty much what I did, actually.
I'm attempting to spend today (my one day off this week, I work sunday through to wednesday next week) cleaning. I've done about 3/4 of the HUGE load of dishes... and I'm trying to get some laundry done. Kind of. But I've noticed that after a while, it gets kind of overwhelming. I've also cleaned out Shadow's home (and am sitting with him on my lap on a towel right now, actually)... but it's almost like I've got a mental block against doing anything more.
I need Rory to get home so he can help me with the living room and with all the boxes and stuff that need to be tossed out >_<" You can definitely tell that I get overwhelmed easily, hey? Plus, in all honesty, I still really hate cleaning.
The fact that we're going to pack up this place in a few months and move scares the beans out of me. Plus, I have my own place on the other side of town to pack up and transport over HERE, somehow.
We're looking into storage spaces for my desk and dresser and the such, as a temporary solution for the crowding thing. One thing's for certain, though: our next place MUST be UNfurnished. I want to be able to acquire furniture and have it be completely 100% my own! As nice as this place is (although a bit small, yes), it doesn't feel like "home" because the only piece of furniture that actually belongs to us (but really, just me because it's MINE) is the loveseat that my grandparents gave me.
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