I surrender...
to our cute overlords. I'm still painting, unpacking, schlepping, cleaning and getting used to the new area, but my god if this doesn't cure what ails anyone I officially resign.
I'm honestly not sure I can take any more cuteness.
to our cute overlords. I'm still painting, unpacking, schlepping, cleaning and getting used to the new area, but my god if this doesn't cure what ails anyone I officially resign.
I'm honestly not sure I can take any more cuteness.
Internet service has been restored!
Dammit!
Still no internet service! (Thanks, Comcast) And the nearest internet cafe smells like sewage.
I'm still coughing up parts of my lungs and my attitude is verging on murderous, but I realize I've got a lot to be grateful for. The move went well, I'm no longer a resident of East Buh-Fuh, and I've got two months to get everything in order before the new semester starts. The neighborhood and the neighbors seem cool, and I'm close to everything.
Now if I can just get healthy again - sooner, rather than later - and take advantage of all the local goodness, I'd be a much happier person.
Here's to more Theraflu...
Movers get here in 2 1/2 hours. My last two finals are tomorrow. Time to get some caffeine and get started.
Watch for the next post coming to you from the 90046 zip code.
Whee!
After a truly appalling course of procrastination, I'm furiously scribbling my five - count 'em - FIVE history essays. Two of these five essay questions will be chosen for the final (gulp) tomorrow. Grading will focus highly on quotations from the three textbooks I finished reading....yesterday.
Philosophy final today at 1.
I need a drink. And a hug. And some drugs. And chocolate. And a time machine. And a pony.
Send help.
Moving day just got moved from Sunday to Thursday! Turns out the movers are completely booked this weekend.
The good? Well, the fact that the new apartment is already leased and utilities are on. It's also fabulous that the movers are going to do the packing (insert hallelujah chorus here) and the townhouse gets to pay for that luxury. Finally I get to spend the weekend unpacking, rather than packing so all in all, it's a positive development - if a little sudden.
The bad? Now I have no further excuse for not studying. Of course, there won't be an internet connection until 12/19, but at least the computer will be unpacked by then.
I can live with that.
It's official! A new apartment has been secured. I'm picking up the keys and signing the lease tonight. Post all your tried and true moving and sanity-retention tips here.
I'm going to need them!
25 years later, you are still missed.
It would appear we've moved from the theoretical to the actual. I received an offer on the townhouse, but I kind of put it on the back burner and didn't really think about it because I wasn't sure it was going to happen - the vagaries of escrow being what they are - and why jinx it by worrying? That, and I'm already busy driving myself mad with finals, and I can only have one flavor of breakdown at a time.
Yesterday was the physical inspection of the house, and we set the date for the new owner to take occupancy - December 19th. For those of you keeping track at home, that's less than two weeks from today, and the weekend immediately following finals. Eep. After allowing myself the full twenty-four hours required by law for Big Financial Decision Freak-outs, I spent today haunting Westside Rentals and viewed four apartments in four hours. In direct opposition to last Sunday, I can actually see myself living in three of the four places I viewed today. Tomorrow I've got two more places lined up (I'm rooting for the one on King's Road) so we'll see what happens.
Learning from last year's move, the first thing I will do when I have a confirmed address is to arrange for cable modem. That being said, don't be surprised if posting is touch and go until I get everything sorted again.
You know that bit where I talked about how everything in the house felt intolerable because I was trying to move on? Well, this is kind of hard to say - but I think I'm actually going to miss this place a little bit. As much as I want tangible evidence that I'm letting go of the past, there were some good times here. Thank you, little townhouse - for everything.