So....
Yeah, I haven't been able to write in here for a while. The past couple of weeks have been so fast-paced and stressful that the few times I wasn't running around like a chicken without a head, I was staring at a wall (with or without a television near it) and drooling copiously.
What's been going on? Let me try to summarize. To start with, about 4 weeks ago my mom got really sick. It all stemmed from a bug bite she got down in Virginia, started as a migraine, turned into a viral flu, was mis-diagnosed as cellulitus at first, but last Monday was discovered to be Lyme disease. So we've all been worried about her and I've made a couple trips home to see her. She is currently on a month of antibiotics that should get rid of the disease, since it was caught in time, and is improving.
Then, about 3 weeks ago, I went to Ocean City, NJ for about 5 days with the boyfriend and his family. That was hours of guilt-tripping fun, let me tell you. I don't even want to go into it right now, another time I'll share the hilarious details about how Duane and I had to do everything with his family, otherwise we were horrible and evil human beings, and that included getting up at 7 am, eating shitty food, and having dinner at 4 pm. It was fun, fun, fun! But at least it was at the beach, and the water and sand was nice.
After our time there, we set out to NYC for literally a night, to see my mom and sleep, and then we headed up to Boston because the boy had a job interview at a Chemical Engineering company. We got to Boston at around midnight and his interview was at 10 am the next day in Plymouth, MA (about 40 miles south of Boston). When his interview was done, five hours later or so, we headed back to NYC to sleep for a night, and then the next day made the long trek back to Pittsburgh. That was all over a period of 4 days and over 1000 miles of driving, mind you.
So we get back to Pittsburgh, get yelled at by his parents again for returning the car later or something, and collapse in our apartment. This was two weeks ago exactly. The following Tuesday, Duane gets a call telling him that he got the job (YAHOO) and I get a call telling me my mom's got Lyme Disease (BOO) all within an hour of each other. Good day. Not to mention the lack of a happy response from his parents about the job, they spent two days trying to convince him that he should never leave Pittsburgh. So now we gotta figure out where the hell we can live so that he can commute to Plymouth and I can get into Boston. We settle on Quincy, which is on the Red Line and only a short distance from Boston, and would also mean less than a half hour commute for him. Joy. Then we had to find a place to live. God bless the Internet and modern technology. Thanks to Craigslist and many many calls, we found a few apartments that we though were decent.
But when could we actually see them? A spontaneous decision this past Monday had us renting a car and leaving Pittsburgh (again) the next morning. We stopped over in NYC for a night (again) and then drove up to Quincy at the ass-crack of dawn. After spending about 36 hours looking at apartments and tearing our hair out, we settled on a two bedroom in a more modern, condo-style building. The rent isn't too bad (expensive by Pittsburgh standards, relatively cheap by NYC lights) and includes most utilities, and the location is good. We drove back to NYC on Thursday, Duane dropped me off at home so I could see my mom, and continued on to Pittsburgh. He got into town at around 10 pm, and the very next morning headed out to Johnstown for his National Guard weekend.
In conclusion:
- I have a lease to an apartment that I think is nice (I remember it vaguely at this point...)
- We've got to sign it and send it back with the first and last month's rent next week
- Duane's job starts at the end of July
- I've got to find some sort of job in Boston
- We've got to pack
- and say goodbye to people (dont want to consider this part, it sucks)
And all of this needs to be done in less than two weeks.
Holy shit I'm moving to Massachusetts.
So, sorry guys if I've been out of touch and haven't talked to you recently. I apologize. I've been going out of my mind with stress, worry, and travelling. For the people in Pittsburgh, I hope I get to see you before I go, and I'll really miss you guys.
Holy FUCKING SHIT, I'm moving to Massachusetts. Someday it'll seem real. For right now, I'm going to continue to run around like a crazed hamster in the Circus Maximus until it's all done. I need a vacation.
Signing off,
Linda
What's been going on? Let me try to summarize. To start with, about 4 weeks ago my mom got really sick. It all stemmed from a bug bite she got down in Virginia, started as a migraine, turned into a viral flu, was mis-diagnosed as cellulitus at first, but last Monday was discovered to be Lyme disease. So we've all been worried about her and I've made a couple trips home to see her. She is currently on a month of antibiotics that should get rid of the disease, since it was caught in time, and is improving.
Then, about 3 weeks ago, I went to Ocean City, NJ for about 5 days with the boyfriend and his family. That was hours of guilt-tripping fun, let me tell you. I don't even want to go into it right now, another time I'll share the hilarious details about how Duane and I had to do everything with his family, otherwise we were horrible and evil human beings, and that included getting up at 7 am, eating shitty food, and having dinner at 4 pm. It was fun, fun, fun! But at least it was at the beach, and the water and sand was nice.
After our time there, we set out to NYC for literally a night, to see my mom and sleep, and then we headed up to Boston because the boy had a job interview at a Chemical Engineering company. We got to Boston at around midnight and his interview was at 10 am the next day in Plymouth, MA (about 40 miles south of Boston). When his interview was done, five hours later or so, we headed back to NYC to sleep for a night, and then the next day made the long trek back to Pittsburgh. That was all over a period of 4 days and over 1000 miles of driving, mind you.
So we get back to Pittsburgh, get yelled at by his parents again for returning the car later or something, and collapse in our apartment. This was two weeks ago exactly. The following Tuesday, Duane gets a call telling him that he got the job (YAHOO) and I get a call telling me my mom's got Lyme Disease (BOO) all within an hour of each other. Good day. Not to mention the lack of a happy response from his parents about the job, they spent two days trying to convince him that he should never leave Pittsburgh. So now we gotta figure out where the hell we can live so that he can commute to Plymouth and I can get into Boston. We settle on Quincy, which is on the Red Line and only a short distance from Boston, and would also mean less than a half hour commute for him. Joy. Then we had to find a place to live. God bless the Internet and modern technology. Thanks to Craigslist and many many calls, we found a few apartments that we though were decent.
But when could we actually see them? A spontaneous decision this past Monday had us renting a car and leaving Pittsburgh (again) the next morning. We stopped over in NYC for a night (again) and then drove up to Quincy at the ass-crack of dawn. After spending about 36 hours looking at apartments and tearing our hair out, we settled on a two bedroom in a more modern, condo-style building. The rent isn't too bad (expensive by Pittsburgh standards, relatively cheap by NYC lights) and includes most utilities, and the location is good. We drove back to NYC on Thursday, Duane dropped me off at home so I could see my mom, and continued on to Pittsburgh. He got into town at around 10 pm, and the very next morning headed out to Johnstown for his National Guard weekend.
In conclusion:
- I have a lease to an apartment that I think is nice (I remember it vaguely at this point...)
- We've got to sign it and send it back with the first and last month's rent next week
- Duane's job starts at the end of July
- I've got to find some sort of job in Boston
- We've got to pack
- and say goodbye to people (dont want to consider this part, it sucks)
And all of this needs to be done in less than two weeks.
Holy shit I'm moving to Massachusetts.
So, sorry guys if I've been out of touch and haven't talked to you recently. I apologize. I've been going out of my mind with stress, worry, and travelling. For the people in Pittsburgh, I hope I get to see you before I go, and I'll really miss you guys.
Holy FUCKING SHIT, I'm moving to Massachusetts. Someday it'll seem real. For right now, I'm going to continue to run around like a crazed hamster in the Circus Maximus until it's all done. I need a vacation.
Signing off,
Linda