"What a difference a week makes" or "Gone in 60 days"

Stealing a line from the ever so popular 60s character's: Rocky and Bullwinkle, I think it is appropriate to have to title's for the following scene: "what a difference a week makes" or "Gone in 60 days" (if you are an avid R&B fan like myself, you will know that during jumps of the episodes, they preview the upcoming title to jumping back to the main story, giving you two possible scenarios embedded within the title).

A week ago, I was prepared to move into a house that was a "work-in-progress" but after attempting to begin major cleaning and adjustments to the house, I decided against my first thought and hit the reset button on my life....at least the relocation portion of it anyhow.

I was able to get my roommate, Greg, to stay at our current apartment, he hadn't signed on the dotted line yet elsewhere, and I was able to have our apartment complex rip up our move out notice. Needless to say, I've very fortunate for that.

What changed in the past week, was going from the advantageous and over-zealous attitude, to realizing the actual foundation of the situation was structured on false pretenses, improper motivation and not enough time. My time table was 60 days to go into a house, clean out someone else's belongings, clean out the dirt and grim in all the rooms, replaces three exterior doors for safety issues, as well as a possible 12 windows that all were single-paned, did not lock and were a disaster. When my friend Andy came in to look at the large kitchen with all single paned windows, his first thought of "money pit in the winter" was mine when I first saw it, but I neglected to listen to my own conscience to make the proper decision in the first place.

I think I may have thought it was a better idea than it actually was, after each person I took to the home said "oh my god, you weren't exaggerating when you said how much work needs done." Let's not forget, after replacing all of those items, my goal was to paint each room and the exterior...in 60 days.

It stinks when a plan doesn't go the way you hope, but it's better not to make a terrible descision you can't go back on than living through it and feeling miserable about it.

To cheer myself up, I've decided to go to Ikea or somewhere to look for a new desk, to replace the one falling apart in my bedroom.