Page 24 of Aquarius Awakening
We laughed and left my place in search of something to eat.
Moving Day
The blaringalarm jolted me out of my sleep. I tried to feel around the bed for my phone to no avail. My eyes opened as I fought to keep them closed. A late night was the worst thing I could have done last night. I was moving into my place today, so I should have been in bed early. When I finally found the phone, I turned the annoying alarm off. Now that my eyes had adjusted to the sun beaming through the curtains, I looked at my notifications. There was a good morning text from Jacob that made me smile. I went to our message thread to reply.
Me:
Good morning. My alarm disturbed my peaceful sleep, but I’m up now.
Jacob:
What are your plans for today?
Me:
I’m finally moving into my place. If you have time later, you are welcome to stop by. I’ll be there unpacking while I wait for my furniture.
Jacob:
The big day has arrived. Send me the address, and I’ll come make sure the delivery men did their job correctly. Lol.
Me:
An unofficial supervisor of the movers, huh? I see you have jokes. Lol.
Jacob sent the laughing emoji, and I sent him my address. As badly as I wanted to stay in bed, it wasn’t an option. I stretched my body and then prepared to get ready for the day.
After I got dressed, it was time to say goodbye to my temporary home. I did my final walk-through to ensure I left nothing behind.
The movers were bringing my things out of the storage unit that Mason and I shared near our condo, so I needed to get a move on to meet them on time. There was a car waiting downstairs to take me to my place.
Although I was only fifteen minutes away, I soaked up the last few moments of quiet before my day got crazy. I pulled up just in time to see the movers pulling in front of the building.
David, one of the doormen at my new home, advised the movers on where they could unload. I headed to my unit to await their arrival, and excitement filled me. It would be the first time in several years that all of my things would be in one place. All the furniture scheduled for delivery to my home would be complete. I ordered a pull-out couch for the guest room for when Milani and Imani stayed over. The room was really my closet, but I wanted them to feel welcome as well.
Over the next few hours, the number of people coming and going from my place made me a little anxious. I scheduled the deliveries too close together. With each piece of furniture that was brought into the apartment, it felt more like a home. The living room, dining room, and outside patio furniture came after the movers. As the movers left, the company with the furniture for the bedrooms arrived. Once everyone left, I was finally alone to put the final touches on my place.
As I walked through my apartment, I was so happy to be in my own space. I found myself walking back and forth more times than I needed to. There was a knock at the door that took me out of my zone. I went to the door and checked the peephole to see Jacob standing on the other side. As I opened the door, he greeted me with a bright smile.
“Hey, love,” he stated.
I smiled back at him. “The unofficial supervisor comes after everyone is gone.”
“My bossy Aquarius doesn’t need any help to boss me around. However, you do need help remembering to eat. If Iremember correctly, when your day gets busy, you forget to eat. I’ve come prepared to solve that problem,” he declared as he lifted the bag of food in his left hand while his right hand held a toolbox.
“What’s the toolbox for?” I inquired.
“Just in case you need something put together. You’re stubborn, so I know you would never ask for help. I brought my tools just in case.”
I laughed because Jacob remembered quite a bit about me. He had no idea of the project I was getting ready to work on. I looked at Jacob as he came inside. He placed his toolbox on the floor by the door then walked the food over to the island. Jacob was fine, handy, and he made sure I ate. He checked off a lot of boxes. One thing I loved was quality time and service, and Jacob consistently delivered on both fronts.
“You may want to grab your tools. I’m sure you don’t want to use my pink ones,” I joked.
Jacob just shook his head as he grabbed his toolbox. I led him to the second bedroom. Before he stepped into the room, he stopped in his tracks. He looked around at the racks of clothes.
“Where are you storing all of this?” he asked.
“Before you so kindly offered your assistance, I was getting ready to build these bookcases. I saw some videos online that people are using this to give them more closet space.”
