My eyes are going to bug out of my head. I have just spent the past five hours looking for someplace new to live... Online.
The conclusions that I have come to are as follows...
1. It is more fun to look with D than it is to look on my own. I was over there earlier, and we started looking together. We like to laugh at what some people think their property is worth.
2. Pet rent is stupid. What the fuck is pet rent anyway? Sounds like a bunch of bullshit to me that is mostly about ripping people off even more. Stupid. Pet interviews too... Moronic. That means there are actually people who are paid to conduct pet interviews. At first I thought "It's probably just for dogs, to make sure they're not insane or whatever." That was before I called. I was told that I was wrong, and that my cats would need to be interviewed as well. I looked at the couch where my darlings were asleep, and had been for the past six hours or so and thought; "Sure, interview them... Have fun."
3. Anywhere that is really nice is not in the area that I want to live.
4. I can actually FEEL my blood pressure rising the more I think about where the hell we're going to move.
5. I don't want to live in apartments anymore, I want to live in a HOUSE. That makes things tricky. Renting houses in Golden is tricky... Landlords are weird there.
6. D is not stressed out about this. When I started to get flustered about the whole thing he kissed me and said "We'll find the perfect place, don't worry." Then he kissed me again and said if we don't find something in Golden that he'll move to Denver. No big deal. I adore him. But I don't want to live in Denver anymore.
7. I have a ton of shit.
8. The Chinese food we had for dinner pre-online-trolling-for-rentals was superb. I wish I'd taken my meal home. But it was so deliciously bad for me I thought I'd probably just eat it all tonight at 1 AM... I was right. If it were here, I'd be eating it. Oh, how I wish I was.
9. I'm ready for this. As I was leaving D's tonight it took me 45 minutes to get out of there. We just kept having stuff to laugh and talk about. That's how it ALWAYS is lately. Every time we're together it gets harder to go home to our respective spots. As I was walking out the door tonight I looked at him and got kind of choked up... "I don't want to go home, if it weren't for the kitties..." As I trailed off he smiled at me from the couch and said "I know how you feel, I want you to stay too, soon we'll all be together and nobody'll have to go home... We'll just have to find a way for all of us to be on the same couch."
10. I want to live somewhere with trees. That's the one thing we don't always have a lot of here, but up towards Golden there's a bunch of them. I love trees.
Tomorrow I go to the Land'o'Garage-Sales (aka my parents neighborhood) where I hope to find a coffee table that will go with the new couches and perhaps an iced tea maker. Wish me strength, I surely will need it against the scary women who travel the land in search of a good deal.
Bon soir.
The conclusions that I have come to are as follows...
1. It is more fun to look with D than it is to look on my own. I was over there earlier, and we started looking together. We like to laugh at what some people think their property is worth.
2. Pet rent is stupid. What the fuck is pet rent anyway? Sounds like a bunch of bullshit to me that is mostly about ripping people off even more. Stupid. Pet interviews too... Moronic. That means there are actually people who are paid to conduct pet interviews. At first I thought "It's probably just for dogs, to make sure they're not insane or whatever." That was before I called. I was told that I was wrong, and that my cats would need to be interviewed as well. I looked at the couch where my darlings were asleep, and had been for the past six hours or so and thought; "Sure, interview them... Have fun."
3. Anywhere that is really nice is not in the area that I want to live.
4. I can actually FEEL my blood pressure rising the more I think about where the hell we're going to move.
5. I don't want to live in apartments anymore, I want to live in a HOUSE. That makes things tricky. Renting houses in Golden is tricky... Landlords are weird there.
6. D is not stressed out about this. When I started to get flustered about the whole thing he kissed me and said "We'll find the perfect place, don't worry." Then he kissed me again and said if we don't find something in Golden that he'll move to Denver. No big deal. I adore him. But I don't want to live in Denver anymore.
7. I have a ton of shit.
8. The Chinese food we had for dinner pre-online-trolling-for-rentals was superb. I wish I'd taken my meal home. But it was so deliciously bad for me I thought I'd probably just eat it all tonight at 1 AM... I was right. If it were here, I'd be eating it. Oh, how I wish I was.
9. I'm ready for this. As I was leaving D's tonight it took me 45 minutes to get out of there. We just kept having stuff to laugh and talk about. That's how it ALWAYS is lately. Every time we're together it gets harder to go home to our respective spots. As I was walking out the door tonight I looked at him and got kind of choked up... "I don't want to go home, if it weren't for the kitties..." As I trailed off he smiled at me from the couch and said "I know how you feel, I want you to stay too, soon we'll all be together and nobody'll have to go home... We'll just have to find a way for all of us to be on the same couch."
10. I want to live somewhere with trees. That's the one thing we don't always have a lot of here, but up towards Golden there's a bunch of them. I love trees.
Tomorrow I go to the Land'o'Garage-Sales (aka my parents neighborhood) where I hope to find a coffee table that will go with the new couches and perhaps an iced tea maker. Wish me strength, I surely will need it against the scary women who travel the land in search of a good deal.
Bon soir.
3 Comments:
I hate moving-D loves it,
the packing, the insanity.
I like to just sit on a
little chair somewhere
sucking my thumb and
willing it to be over!
But you must be excited
bless you!
go to: findmyspot.com it's a fun little survey that helps find the city that best suits you!
I AM excited. But I just hate to pack. Part of me wants to start now, the other part of me wants to hide under the covers.
findmyspot.com thought I should live in Raton, New Mexico! Funny... I don't like Raton.
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