So here I sit, in my apartment we've named Limbo. It is called Limbo for a reason, this cave they call a luxury apartment has forced us into a waiting period of limbo.
We cannot go outside to play because it's all parking lots and busy roads, no parks within walking distance.
We are not allowed to cook anything fun because Limbo's kitchen is a tiny and dark pit of despair who's layout makes no functional sense and makes you dizzy from all the turning and bending you have to do to get what you need.
Robert and I are not allowed to go out on dates because this Limbo has no furniture for a babysitter to, well, sit on.
(This last one isn't the apartments fault, but lets just say it is because I love to hate this place called Limbo. And, well, I need something to blame all of my negative energy on.)
Lastly, we cannot spend any money because we are waiting for our loan to be finalized.
Once we are out of Limbo I will shout for joy! I will host a 'shouting from the roof of our new house party' and anyone who wants to come is welcome! Along with shouting there will be awesome food that is cooked in a normal sized kitchen, there will be room to run and play hide and seek without the threat of the apartment police being called on us and there will be a couch! I will make a dentist appointment that has been much anticipated since November and I'll be in touch with all of the young women in the ward to see who can babysit first.
Look out Limbo, I get to leave you behind in less than three weeks!!
