I’ve Moved Back to Alaska!

Hello everyone!

Last month was crazy busy with ~life stuff~ and because of that, I didn’t get the chance to write blogposts. (I should really write these things in advance and schedule them. *shakes fists at Past Self*)

Why was it so crazy, you ask? Well, the lease on my Portland apartment was going to run out in mid-October and I had decided earlier in the year that I’d move back to Alaska when that happened. I just didn’t realize how much stuff actually went into the “moving back to Alaska” part. It was intense! It felt like the whole month of September I was trying to figure out moving stuff, what to do and how to do it and how long it would take. Even though we had a lovely moving company, it still seemed like Mom and I had to pack up a lot of things. And then there were little details I had to do: removing the internet from my apartment, canceling my safety deposit box at the bank, figuring out who was going to take all of the liquid foodstuff that couldn’t actually be shipped, how the hell I was going to fly with two cats, etc. Suffice it to say, I had a ToDo list of things to get done and amazingly we were able to finish it all.

The airplane ride was a bit of a crazy piece of the puzzle just because of all the luggage (five pieces), our two carryons, and then the two cats/carriers. Mom had to drop me off at the airport in order to return the car and the luggage bit was pretty easy because I just had to wait in line, but the security checkpoint was a doozy. We had to take the cats out of their carriers to walk through the metal detectors, and they were UNHAPPY with that. Very unhappy. Like, scared, meowing, shaking, nervous unhappy. It was probably because of the people, and the loud machines, and the general stress that airports usually provide. (Keep in mind, Mom and I hadn’t slept the night before and it was 5am.) The flight was okay; Raven mostly slept, Cinder meowed a bit, and neither of them wanted water. *sighs* Traveling with pets is just…different than traveling alone.

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BUT we managed to meet up with Dad and Jess, pack all the stuff into the car, and then got back to Mom and Dad’s house at a reasonable hour. Jack (our dog) and my cats get along fine, but Spock and Kirk (Jess’ cats) and my cats are having some trouble adjusting so that’ll take a bit more time.

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Overall, though, the move was successful, and I’m back in Alaska! Now, time to adjust back to the darkness and cold, BUT SOON THERE WILL BE SNOW!

Hope you had a great September and happy October!
Warm regards,
Kellie

 

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On Finding An Apartment

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A Day By Day Of This Past Week

This past week has been a whirlwind of crazy. Saturday I had a wedding, Sunday, a surprise party, and Monday and Tuesday I packed up my life (so many boxes and piles of stuff). I flew to Portland with my Mom Tuesday evening to start the adventure that is “Finding An Apartment.” Here’s how it went…

Wednesday – I was stupid tired since we flew all night (and had a long layover), but we had breakfast at Subways and seemed good to go for a while. We looked around the school for a bit, then scurried off to the first of the two apartment tours. The First Apartment was pretty, very close to school, but very expensive. We went to the Second Apartment tour after lunch but that was also way past my budget, and a bit further away that I originally expected. I took notes anyway. We got to the hotel room, skipped dinner, and I fell asleep early.

Thursday – I compiled notes into spreadsheet – yes, people, I MADE A SPREADSHEET! – then went to two more apartment tours. The Third Apartment was originally a studio, but then a one-bedroom opened up so we looked at that one. I really liked it, fifth floor, less expensive than others, good location. I applied to it, a process that was much more stressful than it had to be since I couldn’t remember one of my online passwords. (I never use the online version, don’t judge!) Anyway, I applied. The Fourth Apartment was far away but it was off the market anyway. We had dinner, went back to the hotel, and took a swim.

Friday – I went to the Fifth (and Last) Apartment tour. It had a lot of character and old-time class, but wasn’t the right fit for me. I decided to go for the Third Apartment and we celebrated the decision by getting bagels and wandering around a bit. We got back to the hotel, and I was on the computer for pretty much the rest of the night. Scheduling a walkthrough for Saturday, going over little things, telling the other Apartments no, crossing other things off my ToDo list.

Saturday – I woke up at a decent time, went over the lease – Who writes those anyway? – and went to the walkthrough. Some things fell through, but I was able to look at the apartment and got some questions answered. I made another appointment with the leasing agent on Monday, hopefully everything’ll be answered then and taken care of by Wednesday because that’s my official “Move-In” date. Also – I decided that tomorrow we’re going to look at furniture so I can start furnishing the place. We went for a swim and called it a night.

Overall, it’s been crazy. I’m happy that I’ve found a place, but it’s been tiring, too. Comparing all the little details and trying to make the best decision is mind-boggling.

But I did it!

And I hope the next part of the process – going over the final steps of the lease and move-in – is a little bit easier. Granted moving in the furniture won’t be very easy, but I think picking out the stuff and getting to really customize my new apartment will be exciting.

Overall, it’s been a busy week, but a productive one, too.

Warm regards,
Kellie

Next Month

Tomorrow’s Fourth of July already?

WHAAAAAAT?

I can’t believe how fast June went by, like Sheldon’s Halloween costume in The Big Bang Theory.

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So. Crazy.

And get this? I’m leaving next month! No, not the blog. What I mean to say is I’m moving. From Alaska. To Portland. With my two cats. It’s going to be an adventure, for sure. I’m driving down with my mom and my cats and as much stuff as I can stuff into my car… with my mom… and my cats… and me. (Insert Crazy Here)

I just can’t believe I’m leaving next month.

NEXT month.

Next MONTH.

NEXT MONTH.

NeXt MoNtH.

Any way I write it I still get chills.

Now for some people moving is no big deal. I’ve had quite a few friends who’ve done it. They all say it went fine. And I’m sure it will go fine.

But as someone who has lived in the same town for her whole life, moving is more of a big deal than most. How is that possible, you ask? (Okay, maybe you didn’t but oh well.)

When I was younger (think, as a one year old) my family moved to Alaska for my dad since he got a job up here. That was twenty four years ago and we haven’t left since. I did homeschool here, I went to high school here, I even went to the local college in Anchorage (go UAA!). I lived at home throughout my college life. Now, to be fair, I did spend a semester in Montana in 2009, lived in the dorms and such, away from my family. But that was one semester. And my friend went to the school in Montana so it wasn’t that terrifying.

[Now this isn’t… terrifying, per say. It’s just different. And my family and friends can tell you stories of how I deal with change. Hint: Not Too Well.]

But I’ve lived in Alaska for my whole life. Heck, I lived in the same house for my entire childhood and only recently moved out. And even then, I moved into a condo with my sister. That is down the street from my parent’s house. Like really, I can walk to my parent’s house without much difficulty. (Of course, you can pretty much walk anywhere in my little hometown though.) And I get together with my family every week, if not multiple times a week. We’re very close knit. And I’m not complaining, because it’s honestly been great. I consider myself very lucky to have such deep roots in my little hometown and to my family.

Any my friends, too! I’ve made friends here, damn it! Good friends. Nice friends. Best friends, even. Friends who understand my weirdness. Friends who get that my favorite color is in fact orange and I do have a ton of allergies and I really really REALLY hate spiders.

And all the groups I belong to? Two writing groups (Jitters Critters and Writer’s Ink), my reading group (The Living Room), and my book club (The Pages We Turn).

And my internship with Cirque!

And my current job at Michael L. Foster & Associates, Inc. My 8-5 job with a solid paycheck and nice co-workers (some of them have become my friends)!

All of this will change.

So the thought of moving is… well… strange.

But it’s so I can go to my dream school. It’s good to be more independent. It’s good to see who I’ll become when I’m on my own.

And I’m sure, when I get down there, it’ll be great. I will manage. I’ll do better than manage, though, I’ll flourish.

It’s just a change.
Change is scary.
But good.

In the meantime, though, I need to take a bunch of pictures of Alaska. Yes, I have a million pictures of Alaska. And yes I will be back for Christmas and (probably) a week next summer, but really, I don’t know when I’ll be back. I might find an amazing opportunity that is only in Portland and I have to be okay with that. I will be okay with that.

So, to allow me to be okay with that, I will take pictures to PROVE I AM FROM ALASKA.

(Okay, so maybe Portland people aren’t as amazed by that since they are kind of similar, but other Lower 48ers are just astonished by it so I need proof.)

Anyway, I will go camping with my family. I will do crazy stuff with my friends. I will go to a wedding AT THE ZOO! (Which I am psyched about!) And I will take pictures. I’ll make memories here in Alaska to look back at in Portland. (And I’ll make memories in Portland to bring back here, too.)

All in all, it will be awesome.

Because I am awesome.

I hope everyone has a lovely Fourth of July Weekend!
Warmest regards,
Kellie
Post Script – I saw this really cute girl today in passing and I wrote a poem, because I’m artistic like that.

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I saw a cutie today.
No, not the orange,
The weird tiny fruit made only for children
That are actually kind of good
For everybody.

This cutie walked past my car.
No, rushed really
Unaware of my staring
Not creepy or weird
Just captivated.

In my mind I saw things.
Don’t go in the gutter, I say.
I saw pixie wings and horns
Dragons and beasts and creatures all tamed
By her.

The little five-year-old
In a green shirt, dark pants
Skipping by her father’s side.
A sweet cutie and
Little muse.

– Did you think I was going to write about an adult ‘cute girl’? Well, I did. But not on here. I posted the one about the little girl instead. Am I a little bit evil today? Perhaps…