this is not a joke! :-)
Today I gave notice at my apartment.
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I am now irrevocably committed to not living here past the end of May. Unsurprisingly, that makes me a little sad, even though I've been raring to get out of here for months - and when I haven't been eager specifically to get out of here, with its drafty walls and windows and stompy upstairs neighbors and shouty somewhere-else-in-the-building neighbors and damp bathroom and almost total lack of storage space and eensy kitchen, I have been very eager to achieve a time when I won't have to choose between going home and spending time with the Gentleman Caller because he will be where home is. (He is - well, maybe less enthusiastic, but mainly less demonstrative. He is totally on board but not without anxiety, which is fair, because he's even more introverted than I am and he's been on his own for even longer. Yesterday I said - by way of reassurance, because he doesn't need convincing - "You'll like being happy. It will make you so happy." [Right,
sanj? "Remember fun? And how much fun it was?"] He agreed that being happy is a positive thing; and then agreed much more readily that, at a minimum, he knows I will be happy and he will be happy to have made me so. ♥)
I also found a receipt I need to submit for a reimbursement, which I thought I'd lost and had worked out a workaround involving a heavily-redacted copy of my Visa bill; sorted out what needs sorting so I can graduate in May (hey, I'm getting another degree in a couple of months, you guys!); came home early from work with a migraine; and had a nap in which I dreamed something I don't remember at all except that at one point in the dream my hand was so swollen it was hard to move my fingers, and then I woke up and that hand was clenched into a fist so tight that of course I couldn't move my fingers. /o\ I also did today's work for my online class (but not yet the work that's due Saturday, hmm) and filled in the paperwork to renew my driver's license. And lit yizkor for my grandparents and my aunt and my father, because it's the last night of Passover.
Tomorrow and Wednesday are the last nights of curling for this season, and not a moment too soon - a lot of us are pretty well checked out of this season already, and at least in my own game play it kind of shows. :-P I'll be glad to have those two evenings a week back, though, especially as the weather gets nicer, which it seems it's finally ready to do.
!!!
I am now irrevocably committed to not living here past the end of May. Unsurprisingly, that makes me a little sad, even though I've been raring to get out of here for months - and when I haven't been eager specifically to get out of here, with its drafty walls and windows and stompy upstairs neighbors and shouty somewhere-else-in-the-building neighbors and damp bathroom and almost total lack of storage space and eensy kitchen, I have been very eager to achieve a time when I won't have to choose between going home and spending time with the Gentleman Caller because he will be where home is. (He is - well, maybe less enthusiastic, but mainly less demonstrative. He is totally on board but not without anxiety, which is fair, because he's even more introverted than I am and he's been on his own for even longer. Yesterday I said - by way of reassurance, because he doesn't need convincing - "You'll like being happy. It will make you so happy." [Right,
sanj? "Remember fun? And how much fun it was?"] He agreed that being happy is a positive thing; and then agreed much more readily that, at a minimum, he knows I will be happy and he will be happy to have made me so. ♥)
I also found a receipt I need to submit for a reimbursement, which I thought I'd lost and had worked out a workaround involving a heavily-redacted copy of my Visa bill; sorted out what needs sorting so I can graduate in May (hey, I'm getting another degree in a couple of months, you guys!); came home early from work with a migraine; and had a nap in which I dreamed something I don't remember at all except that at one point in the dream my hand was so swollen it was hard to move my fingers, and then I woke up and that hand was clenched into a fist so tight that of course I couldn't move my fingers. /o\ I also did today's work for my online class (but not yet the work that's due Saturday, hmm) and filled in the paperwork to renew my driver's license. And lit yizkor for my grandparents and my aunt and my father, because it's the last night of Passover.
Tomorrow and Wednesday are the last nights of curling for this season, and not a moment too soon - a lot of us are pretty well checked out of this season already, and at least in my own game play it kind of shows. :-P I'll be glad to have those two evenings a week back, though, especially as the weather gets nicer, which it seems it's finally ready to do.