Its 10:06 and I got off work at Pier One half-an-hour ago. This is my last week there. I've taken a job at a sketchy surf shop on the south end to hopefully get some cash before September.
I want to sand down a dresser I've received from an old roomate and make it beautiful and white to match my other furniture. Excuse me, "our" other furniture :)
You see, in 2 months and 13 days, the love of my life and I are moving in together, officially, to an apartment in Savannah, GA. I am unbelievably excited and I have the feeling it's too good to be true. I feel like I'm going to wake up suddenly and be back in high school (even though I've only been out for 2 weeks). I'm afraid that something will go terribly wrong and the apartment will get bombed or closed for toxic waste exposure. I have never felt this good in my life about anything. This is what I've always wanted, in a perfect apartment, in the perfect city, with the perfect partner in crime- who is madly in love with me, but not even close to how much I love her. Our bunny Alice, chinchilla Frippy, and hamster Max are all coming. We're going to be a family.
It's going to be hard, but so worth it :)
Ah. I'll try to keep this more updated as the days go by. I'm upset with myself on how much I've let this go.
Whatevz.
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