Status update
I am in the excruciatingly slow process of moving in with my boyfriend. It's very slow because I have much more crap than I ever imagined. I think my possessions are reproducing or something. Certainly that explains the diversity of my closet, as well as a predominance of black. And shoes. Oh lord the shoes. Anyway, a few heavy items still remain, but they will be moved out sometime soon. The biggest thing to get is my bed, which will replace Luke's bed as the primary sleeping place. I think his mattress will end up in the attic or something.
So far living together has been nice, but sedate. We're both sedentary people who enjoy doing our own thing, and I'm starting to realize just how few interests we share. It's not really a disturbing thing, but there's always a few hours at night when we're in the same room, but not interacting with each other. It might be worrisome except for the cat. Honey-cat, as we've taken to calling our beloved taken-in stray, is a source of endless entertainment. Like parents with new babby, we always drop whatever we're doing to turn around and coo over the latest cute thing the cat does, which ranges from yawning adorably to being so excited that she stands and kneads the floor. SO CUTE.
2011 has arrived (ORLY?!!?) and so far fills me with dread and trepidation. I am not looking forward to doing my taxes quarterly, and if this year follows last year, I won't be making regular money for a few months. I am starting at a new office in about a week or two, but I'm not sure how much I'll make there either. Luke says it doesn't matter if I'm not able to make rent a few times, but it matters to ME. I do not want to be a moocher. I'm concerned about taking on bills, too. Phone and car insurance are undoubtedly not cheap. At least food bills are cheaper, and Luke is splitting cat costs with me.
I feel a creeping sense of dread and horror coming upon me as my life turns increasingly mundane against my will, and I'm striving to keep the dreamt-of madness of my youth alive. I'm going to complete a draft of something this year. I'm not going to watch as much TV and create more things. I will increase my visual vocabulary and learn stuff. There's about one more month left in the lunar Year of the Tiger. I should do something with it.
So far living together has been nice, but sedate. We're both sedentary people who enjoy doing our own thing, and I'm starting to realize just how few interests we share. It's not really a disturbing thing, but there's always a few hours at night when we're in the same room, but not interacting with each other. It might be worrisome except for the cat. Honey-cat, as we've taken to calling our beloved taken-in stray, is a source of endless entertainment. Like parents with new babby, we always drop whatever we're doing to turn around and coo over the latest cute thing the cat does, which ranges from yawning adorably to being so excited that she stands and kneads the floor. SO CUTE.
2011 has arrived (ORLY?!!?) and so far fills me with dread and trepidation. I am not looking forward to doing my taxes quarterly, and if this year follows last year, I won't be making regular money for a few months. I am starting at a new office in about a week or two, but I'm not sure how much I'll make there either. Luke says it doesn't matter if I'm not able to make rent a few times, but it matters to ME. I do not want to be a moocher. I'm concerned about taking on bills, too. Phone and car insurance are undoubtedly not cheap. At least food bills are cheaper, and Luke is splitting cat costs with me.
I feel a creeping sense of dread and horror coming upon me as my life turns increasingly mundane against my will, and I'm striving to keep the dreamt-of madness of my youth alive. I'm going to complete a draft of something this year. I'm not going to watch as much TV and create more things. I will increase my visual vocabulary and learn stuff. There's about one more month left in the lunar Year of the Tiger. I should do something with it.