What the hell do I call this blog now?
I can barely figure out what to make for breakfast let alone plan my future. A New Years resolution? Forget about it. You see, I'm not the type to give up on them, I just don't even make them. I change my mind so much in one second, what's the damn point?
But this year, this year has been oh so different. It's barely May and it has already been the best and the worst year of my life. It has been the year of promising to get every little piece of my life together, on my own terms - as usual. Even the cat and dog are enjoying better days.
1357 IS NO MORE. CUE THE SAD AND HAPPY TEARS. I'm sure you've seen the pictures or heard about it from my mother but I am now the tenant of the most beautiful apartment. Ever. And yes, wow, we finally moved. Karlos and I have literally been talking about it, dreaming about it, having nightmares about it, for over a year now. But picture this - no more mold, no more cabinets that fall apart at the most delicate touch, no more leaking ceiling, no more leaking toilet, no more cat and dog vs. mice, no more nasty neighbor, and goodbye Stanley the kinda friendly ghost. I already miss my people though, the guys at the corner store and the local crack head, CD, with his worldly advice and gut-wrentching jail stories. I spent over 2 years in that forsaken place. I miss the memories the most though, the good and the really really bad. We all managed to grow up there, even those of us who didn't live there. Part of my soul will always be lost behind that door.
BUT, WELCOME 98. And hello natural sun light! And brand new appliances! And central heat and air! And 2 bathrooms! And 3 bedrooms! And a video intercom! And getting to buzz people in! And brick walls! And higher rent! And a brand new view! And classy exposed ceiling beams! And nice woods floors! And people that are still sketchy as fuck (I've already had the local private detectives knocking on my door)!
Moving was awful, terrible, more than terrible. Packing and packing, and throwing shit away and more packing, and lifting and falling and dropping and lifting and breaking and stairs and stairs and stairs and ouch my legs and stairs (we're still not classy - or rich - enough for an elevator). But thank you, Aaron especially, for driving the uHaul and doing more heavy lifting than me. And everyone else for your moral and physical support.
I can literally stretch both my arms out in my kitchen and spin in a zig-zag of circles - that was my test when we went apartment hunting, if I couldn't spin in it I couldn't live in it. I've been slacking on this project though - but with good reason. Between the birthday celebrating (a full week of Karlos enjoying 21), the searching, the packing, the moving, the working, the sleeping, the money hoarding, the taxes, the shopping, the living, the returning of game of thrones, the coffee drinking and the drinking drinking..what do you expect? But trust me, there has been a great deal of action in the kitchen. Now that we finally have our gas turned on (again, fuck moving), the kitchen has been splattered with bits of random sauces, bacon grease, and smears of cheesecake. But, it's about to get real. More real than it's ever been because now all my gadgets and world conquering devices fit in my kitchen!
All in all it's been great. Come visit. We have a liquor store directly across the street. Which is next to Crown Fried Chicken, which, doesn't usually close till 4am. How great does that sound? HA.
I keep reminding myself that no matter how stressful this has been, or how overworked we've all been , or how busy we are, or how much sleep I can't catch up on or no matter how much money the government is demanding from my sad, dried out and completely shriveled bank account, good things are still coming. I get to be poor and tired in a beautiful apartment, so really, I'm always winning.
And summer is coming!
And we're going to Canada!
And I just chopped all my hair off!
Really, I'm great.
PS - how great is our new view?
And here's Cous, enjoying his new bachelor pad, as expected..
But this year, this year has been oh so different. It's barely May and it has already been the best and the worst year of my life. It has been the year of promising to get every little piece of my life together, on my own terms - as usual. Even the cat and dog are enjoying better days.
1357 IS NO MORE. CUE THE SAD AND HAPPY TEARS. I'm sure you've seen the pictures or heard about it from my mother but I am now the tenant of the most beautiful apartment. Ever. And yes, wow, we finally moved. Karlos and I have literally been talking about it, dreaming about it, having nightmares about it, for over a year now. But picture this - no more mold, no more cabinets that fall apart at the most delicate touch, no more leaking ceiling, no more leaking toilet, no more cat and dog vs. mice, no more nasty neighbor, and goodbye Stanley the kinda friendly ghost. I already miss my people though, the guys at the corner store and the local crack head, CD, with his worldly advice and gut-wrentching jail stories. I spent over 2 years in that forsaken place. I miss the memories the most though, the good and the really really bad. We all managed to grow up there, even those of us who didn't live there. Part of my soul will always be lost behind that door.
BUT, WELCOME 98. And hello natural sun light! And brand new appliances! And central heat and air! And 2 bathrooms! And 3 bedrooms! And a video intercom! And getting to buzz people in! And brick walls! And higher rent! And a brand new view! And classy exposed ceiling beams! And nice woods floors! And people that are still sketchy as fuck (I've already had the local private detectives knocking on my door)!
Moving was awful, terrible, more than terrible. Packing and packing, and throwing shit away and more packing, and lifting and falling and dropping and lifting and breaking and stairs and stairs and stairs and ouch my legs and stairs (we're still not classy - or rich - enough for an elevator). But thank you, Aaron especially, for driving the uHaul and doing more heavy lifting than me. And everyone else for your moral and physical support.
I can literally stretch both my arms out in my kitchen and spin in a zig-zag of circles - that was my test when we went apartment hunting, if I couldn't spin in it I couldn't live in it. I've been slacking on this project though - but with good reason. Between the birthday celebrating (a full week of Karlos enjoying 21), the searching, the packing, the moving, the working, the sleeping, the money hoarding, the taxes, the shopping, the living, the returning of game of thrones, the coffee drinking and the drinking drinking..what do you expect? But trust me, there has been a great deal of action in the kitchen. Now that we finally have our gas turned on (again, fuck moving), the kitchen has been splattered with bits of random sauces, bacon grease, and smears of cheesecake. But, it's about to get real. More real than it's ever been because now all my gadgets and world conquering devices fit in my kitchen!
All in all it's been great. Come visit. We have a liquor store directly across the street. Which is next to Crown Fried Chicken, which, doesn't usually close till 4am. How great does that sound? HA.
I keep reminding myself that no matter how stressful this has been, or how overworked we've all been , or how busy we are, or how much sleep I can't catch up on or no matter how much money the government is demanding from my sad, dried out and completely shriveled bank account, good things are still coming. I get to be poor and tired in a beautiful apartment, so really, I'm always winning.
And summer is coming!
And we're going to Canada!
And I just chopped all my hair off!
Really, I'm great.
PS - how great is our new view?
And here's Cous, enjoying his new bachelor pad, as expected..