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maichan, mypetconcubine and aerynsun5, thank you so much for the lovely cards! So, so pretty and such lovely words. *hugs you hard* Guess those are the last of the holiday cards. Although I do accept cards all year round. ;)
I have news! We finally sold the apartment! Yay! Not for quite as much as we wanted but enough. Yay again!
I was getting really worried, it's been on the market since July and we've been paying for two places since September. Which is basically money down the drain, paying for a place we're not even using. But now we're finally free! Which means we have to empty the storage room in our old place, which we had been putting off because it's soooo much work and soooo boring, and fetch the piano, which we had also been putting off because it costs an arm and a leg to move.
The buyer is a young transwoman, her parents live in the building across the road. She hasn't legally changed her name yet so when we saw the name on the offer we of course thought it was a guy, and here is where I admit my own sexist prejudice, because when I saw the male name I thought to myself, oh that's good since the apartment needs some fixing. Never mind that my guy is bloody awful at fixing things just as I, f.ex., can't cook to save my life. And still that was my first thought. *rolls eyes at self* Well, at least I realise when I'm being sexist. First step to recovery, right?
Anyway...
I've been looking through a few of the boxes and found old photo albums, books I thought were lost and things from my childhood I had quite forgotten. And right now I am washing the first machine of what promises to be gazillion from 11 big trash bags filled with clothes that I have to wash and then either give or throw away or find space for in our closets. This is our punishment for years of hating doing laundry to the point that we ended up stashing bags of dirty laundry in the storage room. Some of those bags have been there since we moved into the apartment 11 years ago! And yes, you can say it, we are the worst slobs ever. Even if I doubt any of my clothes fit me anymore they might by now fit the girl, if they're not too dorky. lol And of course all the children's clothes are way too small for them by now. We could sell some of them, I guess, but I'd rather just give them away to people who actually need them.
Also, nostalgia. With David Bowie dying and us re-watching X-Files and me going through all this old stuff I've found myself getting pretty emotional and contemplative. Not helped by the fact that tomorrow it will be one year since dad's funeral. I look at some of these photos and it feels like yesterday but then I look myself in the mirror and I'm just... "Who the fuck are you?" *sighs*
I have news! We finally sold the apartment! Yay! Not for quite as much as we wanted but enough. Yay again!
I was getting really worried, it's been on the market since July and we've been paying for two places since September. Which is basically money down the drain, paying for a place we're not even using. But now we're finally free! Which means we have to empty the storage room in our old place, which we had been putting off because it's soooo much work and soooo boring, and fetch the piano, which we had also been putting off because it costs an arm and a leg to move.
The buyer is a young transwoman, her parents live in the building across the road. She hasn't legally changed her name yet so when we saw the name on the offer we of course thought it was a guy, and here is where I admit my own sexist prejudice, because when I saw the male name I thought to myself, oh that's good since the apartment needs some fixing. Never mind that my guy is bloody awful at fixing things just as I, f.ex., can't cook to save my life. And still that was my first thought. *rolls eyes at self* Well, at least I realise when I'm being sexist. First step to recovery, right?
Anyway...
I've been looking through a few of the boxes and found old photo albums, books I thought were lost and things from my childhood I had quite forgotten. And right now I am washing the first machine of what promises to be gazillion from 11 big trash bags filled with clothes that I have to wash and then either give or throw away or find space for in our closets. This is our punishment for years of hating doing laundry to the point that we ended up stashing bags of dirty laundry in the storage room. Some of those bags have been there since we moved into the apartment 11 years ago! And yes, you can say it, we are the worst slobs ever. Even if I doubt any of my clothes fit me anymore they might by now fit the girl, if they're not too dorky. lol And of course all the children's clothes are way too small for them by now. We could sell some of them, I guess, but I'd rather just give them away to people who actually need them.
Also, nostalgia. With David Bowie dying and us re-watching X-Files and me going through all this old stuff I've found myself getting pretty emotional and contemplative. Not helped by the fact that tomorrow it will be one year since dad's funeral. I look at some of these photos and it feels like yesterday but then I look myself in the mirror and I'm just... "Who the fuck are you?" *sighs*