(no subject)

A series of very, very long days.

Friday, Light came home and we drove out to the real estate agent and saw a bunch of house. We saw one we loved, and a bunch to which we were indifferent. Went to B's, passed out.

Saturday morning, got up, saw a condo in B's complex, went back to the real estate agent, saw still more places, drove to Marshfield, had dinner with my parents, both of my little brothers, and my little brothers' fiancee. Saint and Media had just finished a cross-country drive. Media always makes me feel like crap about myself. However, I did get a token from the House on the Rock in Wisconsin. Slept on creaky, creaky beds for not very long. Talked ourselves out of the very nice place since it was too far away from anything we wanted to be close to. Light is considerably more interested in a place that is smaller than I want to go than I am, but I'm trying to convince myself the sacrifice of stuff is worth the convenience.

Sunday morning, got up, went to Dunkin Donuts with my father, showered, ate breakfast, went to the grocery store with my mother, had a cookout with the aforementioned cast and crew, plus my favorite aunt and uncle, and my future sister-in-law's father. Took Mech and left, went back to the real estate agent's, saw two more places. Both were nice enough, but with more awkwardness than we think we're interested in (one had been destroyed by at-will tenants, the other had an awkward layout, a single small pink bathroom, and no formal condo agreement with the downstairs tenants. Drove back to Northampton, ate Thai, passed out.

Today Mech and I screwed around Northampton, after I got a moving quote from Ideal, and I made him take pictures of many of my favorite spots. We also paddle-boated and played a lot of wii, and I bullied him into responding to roommate ads so he'll have a place to live once his new job starts. Now he's gone, taking my old laptop, my car, and a cat-enhanced leather desk chair with him. He's grateful, which I appreciate, and he promises to help us move when it happens.

We still don't have a place to live in September, I want to cry all the time, and Light and I are getting snippy. Again, I'm sure the other side of this will be worth it, but I really just want a place to live next month with him and the cats, and I'm feeling less and less like it's going to happen, and for all Light tries to soothe me, I won't be soothed until I have an address and a signed agreement.

It could be much worse, and I know this. Light will love his new job, I will hopefully be okay being carless and find my own place in a new city. Any day now, I'll calm down enough that I'm not too stressed to read, and that will make things even easier to deal with. For now, however, a minesweeper-induced fugue state, as I try to cry the sunscreen I just cried into my eyes back out.

(no subject)

A series of very, very long days.

Friday, Light came home and we drove out to the real estate agent and saw a bunch of house. We saw one we loved, and a bunch to which we were indifferent. Went to B's, passed out.

Saturday morning, got up, saw a condo in B's complex, went back to the real estate agent, saw still more places, drove to Marshfield, had dinner with my parents, both of my little brothers, and my little brothers' fiancee. Saint and Media had just finished a cross-country drive. Media always makes me feel like crap about myself. However, I did get a token from the House on the Rock in Wisconsin. Slept on creaky, creaky beds for not very long. Talked ourselves out of the very nice place since it was too far away from anything we wanted to be close to. Light is considerably more interested in a place that is smaller than I want to go than I am, but I'm trying to convince myself the sacrifice of stuff is worth the convenience.

Sunday morning, got up, went to Dunkin Donuts with my father, showered, ate breakfast, went to the grocery store with my mother, had a cookout with the aforementioned cast and crew, plus my favorite aunt and uncle, and my future sister-in-law's father. Took Mech and left, went back to the real estate agent's, saw two more places. Both were nice enough, but with more awkwardness than we think we're interested in (one had been destroyed by at-will tenants, the other had an awkward layout, a single small pink bathroom, and no formal condo agreement with the downstairs tenants. Drove back to Northampton, ate Thai, passed out.

Today Mech and I screwed around Northampton, after I got a moving quote from Ideal, and I made him take pictures of many of my favorite spots. We also paddle-boated and played a lot of wii, and I bullied him into responding to roommate ads so he'll have a place to live once his new job starts. Now he's gone, taking my old laptop, my car, and a cat-enhanced leather desk chair with him. He's grateful, which I appreciate, and he promises to help us move when it happens.

We still don't have a place to live in September, I want to cry all the time, and Light and I are getting snippy. Again, I'm sure the other side of this will be worth it, but I really just want a place to live next month with him and the cats, and I'm feeling less and less like it's going to happen, and for all Light tries to soothe me, I won't be soothed until I have an address and a signed agreement.

It could be much worse, and I know this. Light will love his new job, I will hopefully be okay being carless and find my own place in a new city. Any day now, I'll calm down enough that I'm not too stressed to read, and that will make things even easier to deal with. For now, however, a minesweeper-induced fugue state, as I try to cry the sunscreen I just cried into my eyes back out.