Little Bits of Pixie Dust

Life should NOT be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in an attractive and well preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways, chocolate in one hand, martini in the other, body thourougly used up, totally worn out and screaming "WOO HOO, what a ride!!"

Tuesday, September 27, 2005


The newest news from D and A*~ we're moving. This is a big decision for us, coming from having an iffy income and seeing as our apartment right now is dirt cheap. But we both have steady jobs now, have been bringing in consistent money, and we decided that it was time. We miss carpet (we have all hardwood floors, which actually I like, but not everywhere) and we miss dishwashers and we miss things not falling apart on us. In the entire two and a half years that I have lived there, I have not seen the landlord once. Not even once!! And we have called numerous times to ask him to come out and fix the furnace, which only blows heat into 2 rooms, and the leak on the back porch and the tile in the kitchen that doesn't reach all the way to the ends of the room. We never get a response, and nothing ever gets done.
So we are looking for a house to rent. We have decided our price range and are actively looking. Yesterday we drove around for a couple hours searching for good deals... we didn't find any. We also saw a house that was nice, but not for the price that they were asking. I'm nervous and excited about this new venture. We know that we will be spending more on rent than we ever have before, and that is what worries me the most. I have stomach pains just thinking of it.
But to think, a home of our own! (kind of... it will be rented) No one will ever walk across the ceiling in the middle of the night, drop an entire bathtub or kitchen sink or small car on the ground, making it seem like the whole house will crash down around us. No one will be watching us as we leave the apartment, ready to pounce and ask if we can give them a ride to the store. No one will come downstairs at 9:30 at night when A* is watching a basketball game and yell at him to turn it down. No one will be wandering around the street in the middle of the night, searching for crack or money, whichever comes first. We will not awaken to find broken beer bottles smashed in the front yard. We will not have to be careful pulling into the driveway because someone may have dropped something sharp that could puncture the tires. We will not have to live in the ghetto, anymore. We will have privacy, and freedom, and that I can't wait for.
So keep your fingers crossed for us, that we will stumble upon our dream rental and be able to move sooner rather than later.


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