Archive for August, 2011

Even more daydreaming about moving….

August 29, 2011 - 6:12 pm No Comments

I can not wait. I positively can not wait to move. Today marks the beginning of a three day downturn in the weather, and I am feeling the urge for fall. The only thing that pacifies me about continuing to live in this awful apartment is the knowledge that in Wednesday it’s supposed to get back up into the high 70s, and I will be too depressed by the awful weather to want to cook or clean. But as it is, the apartment is full of boxes and is a mess, and I have no room in the kitchen for cooking.

I’m already planning the first meal that I cook on our first full, non-moving weekend in the new apartment: Guinness Beef Pie. I made it once last fall, and it was epic. So good.

My word, I am so looking forward to fall. I got a new recipe for pumpkin stew, the wedding will be behind us, I will have moved already, and we can start getting settled in the new home. I can barely move in our hallway at the moment for all the moving boxes that need to be filled, and there’s a giant crib box as well. I have to suck it in, and I won’t be able to do that forever.

Ugh. Moving in less than a month!

whine.

August 28, 2011 - 1:07 pm No Comments

Good Christmas, I can not wait to move! This stupid apartment is too small, and this stupid apartment is too hot, and this stupid neighborhood is full of concrete and dead grass and tweakers at night. I remember when I first moved into this building. I loved it, and my neighborhood. This apartment was beautiful, and the neighborhood seemed so full of promise. Now it just seems ugly. All of it. It’s time to move back home.

The new apartment is much bigger, and the complex is full of trees, grass and shade. It’s closer to the grocery store, and I won’t feel afraid driving to it just cause it’s dark out. My mom will only live a couple minutes away, and that will be awesome. I can’t freaking wait.

This morning I woke up at 6am, when Justin and Joe left to go to work. (Could that be any cuter, Joe going to work with Justin? I can’t believe how old he’s getting….) It was soooo cool out, and when I looked out the window there was frost on the cars. I got all happy for fall, until I looked up the weather and saw highs of 82 today. I am so ready for summer to be over.

Today the three of us are driving down to Chehalis to go on a train ride. Justin and I have a Groupon for our tickets, and we’re bringing Joe along for kicks. I’m looking forward to it, but I would enjoy it a lot more with predicted highs of 62 than 82. There is no pleasing me….

Maybe I’m back?

August 22, 2011 - 8:50 pm 1 Comment

After being gone for such a while, it seems strange to start writing here again. I often tried to start a new home elsewhere on the web, but that didn’t work. So here we are, trying again. And maybe it will work. Who knows? If it doesn’t, I doubt there will be anyone who notices, anyway.

Life is so strange. But today feels like fall, and so I feel introspective. It’s how we roll, I suppose.

I feel so vastly different from who I ever was before. And I feel scared about feeling so different. Oh, F, I don’t really know what I feel at all. Except for something sticking under my w key. I do feel that. I have to stop eating at my computer. I’m pretty sure I used all the compressed air to dust on a day that I was feeling particularly lazy.

I wish that I didn’t have to work. Isn’t that terrible? I mean, not forever. Just for this particular time. I would like to focus my energy on keeping this too small for the four of us apartment clean, packing my stuff up for moving in a month, and just making my life more… whatever it isn’t right now. Streamlined, I guess.

No. Not streamlined. Aesthetically indulgent.

But I would miss my work pal like crazy. And actually, I’m really enjoying my job and coworkers so much lately.

I’m getting ready to move back to the Harbor, which I am quite excited about. I can’t wait to live closer to my family. And actually, this will make me at least a little bit closer to all of them. I’ll live in the same city as my mom, Joe and Grandma, Other Brother will only be 22 minutes away, and even my dad and Brother will be closer at 2 hours away, instead of 2.5. I look forward to a larger apartment, with a spare room for sewing and babying, a fireplace, a dishwasher and a washer/dryer. And a pool. Gotta love that pool.

I spoke to Richard today. We hadn’t spoken in months. We cleared the air. He probably will always hate me a little bit, but we had a good talk, and he is now in the loop regarding all the changes in my life. I feel good about that. I don’t like feeling like I have secrets. And maybe that’s why I feel like I can come back here again. I’m not sure. We’ll see.

I wish my apartment were clean. I would feel so much more indulgent if at least my room were clean. And the bed were made. Instead of just clothes everywhere, and dirty sheets and an unmade bed. I may at least clean this one room. And then lie on top of the made bed, listen to Adele on Pandora and read Atlas Shrugged, which Brother doesn’t think I will finish, but I so far find intriguing. It’s raining out, so it’s a good evening for that.

Oh crap, I just wish it were fall already.