Much Ado About Nothing

Note: This'll be long. Feel free to skip to the rest of the pictures.

Ugh. This weekend was STRESSFUL. Friday night when I came home from work, I saw a notice posted at the building entrance. Someone was right behind me though, so I didn't want to block the entrance and figured I'd read it later. I also noticed it outside some of the apartments on my floor, though I didn't have one, so I figured it was just about construction and I'd get it when they got to my unit again. It wasn't until I was taking my dog out before bed that I saw that it was an emergency order to vacate the building, due to lead exposure. Um. WHAT?

Needless to say, I started freaking out. I called my mom, started crying from stress, and emailed my landlord, the city contact, and an apartment. I had no clue if it was permanent or temporary, and it said we needed to be out by noon Tuesday.

Saturday was mostly spent trying to call people, looking for apartments, freaking out, and attempting to pack. My landlord called in the afternoon and assured me it was only temporary but I was allowed to break the lease if I wanted. But I still didn't know if my furniture needed to be out, and he wouldn't know until his meeting on Monday. 

Yesterday I heard back from the city and my landlord also called back, and let me know I had three options: move, go to a hotel, or sign a waiver and stay. He also asked that I let him know by about 5. Unfortunately, I suck at making decisions (especially big ones!), so I spent most of Monday freaking out. Then, when I called my landlord at 4:15 to let him know I had decided on a hotel, he said the city jumped the gun, they've lifted the vacate order, and our building was actually fine.

Tl;dr: I spent all weekend having a minor panic attack (and losing about 5 years off my life in the process) for absolutely no weekend. Hope your weekend was better than mine!

So, this outfit. Not my best idea. Fitted jeans and flats aren't a very good idea when it's about 86 out. I was a little bit convinced I was going to get heat stroke just walking home from the bus stop, it was so hot. I'm from Washington, guys-- I don't do heat! Once I hits 82-83, I want to do nothing other than sit in front of a fan. 

Tank Top: Target. Jeans: Target. Flats: Payless. Shorts: Forever 21.

Needless to say, the first thing I did when I was done taking pictures was change into shorts. Luckily, I have learned since then and have been wearing dresses and shorts nonstop (with sandals, of course). 

These were the pictures I was originally going to post last Thursday, before my computer decided to hate me.