Two Morsels of Big News
1.
We got the fucking house. Signed the lease yesterday. We're moving on April 15th.
Our new landlord is sooo rad. Honestly, I know I get really wrapped up in the idea that you're a slave if you're renting, but I've had a lot of friends argue that you're even more of a slave if you buy. He's got a sense of humor, wants to be involved, and takes so much pride in that house. Not only that but I respect his ethics as a property owner. He's not some dildo trying to flip houses or make the neighborhood something it isn't.
Sam, the old landlord, sounded sad when I called him this morning. "Is there anything we can do to make you stay?" he asked.
I told him thank you so much for taking good care of us for all these years and I've had wonderful times there, but we got a real house and it's bigger, etc. He said well, that's good then. Good for you, congratulations.
We worked it out so we'll only pay half of April's rent. He wasn't upset that we'd be leaving in under 30 days, at all. When I told him I had friends who might be interested, he brightened.
So, it's for real.
In less than a month I will be waking up and walking out onto my fucking insanely awesome balcony to watch the sunrise. I'll be curled in in our pretty TV room that faces the street. I'll finally be able to organize my things and store stuff in my basement. Cooking in my little kitchen and just loading the dirty dishes into the dishwasher when I'm done. Sitting with guests on that big, shady front porch with the wood details. Showering in that porcelain clawfoot tub. Walking down Aldama St to go to the train. It's like a dream come true.
It's about 15% scary and 85% exciting.
2.
I've been having some issues with my IUD for the last few months. Every month around rag time, I'll have maybe 1 day or two that I'll call "period hell day." Advil helps, but I still feel kinda shitty and more than anything, I hate blaming stuff on my period. My doctor recommended Aleve instead because she said it's a better anti-inflammatory and it lasts longer.
For the past two days, I took two Aleve with my coffee in the morning after I ate breakfast. It's now on day 4 of my rag and period hell day has virtually never happened. I've literally felt fine. I only took it once in the morning for two days. I feel like my old self for the first time in a good couple months.
If I think about it too hard, it almost worries me. If my life is this rad and only getting better, I hope that doesn't mean bad times are ahead.
We got the fucking house. Signed the lease yesterday. We're moving on April 15th.
Our new landlord is sooo rad. Honestly, I know I get really wrapped up in the idea that you're a slave if you're renting, but I've had a lot of friends argue that you're even more of a slave if you buy. He's got a sense of humor, wants to be involved, and takes so much pride in that house. Not only that but I respect his ethics as a property owner. He's not some dildo trying to flip houses or make the neighborhood something it isn't.
Sam, the old landlord, sounded sad when I called him this morning. "Is there anything we can do to make you stay?" he asked.
I told him thank you so much for taking good care of us for all these years and I've had wonderful times there, but we got a real house and it's bigger, etc. He said well, that's good then. Good for you, congratulations.
We worked it out so we'll only pay half of April's rent. He wasn't upset that we'd be leaving in under 30 days, at all. When I told him I had friends who might be interested, he brightened.
So, it's for real.
In less than a month I will be waking up and walking out onto my fucking insanely awesome balcony to watch the sunrise. I'll be curled in in our pretty TV room that faces the street. I'll finally be able to organize my things and store stuff in my basement. Cooking in my little kitchen and just loading the dirty dishes into the dishwasher when I'm done. Sitting with guests on that big, shady front porch with the wood details. Showering in that porcelain clawfoot tub. Walking down Aldama St to go to the train. It's like a dream come true.
It's about 15% scary and 85% exciting.
2.
I've been having some issues with my IUD for the last few months. Every month around rag time, I'll have maybe 1 day or two that I'll call "period hell day." Advil helps, but I still feel kinda shitty and more than anything, I hate blaming stuff on my period. My doctor recommended Aleve instead because she said it's a better anti-inflammatory and it lasts longer.
For the past two days, I took two Aleve with my coffee in the morning after I ate breakfast. It's now on day 4 of my rag and period hell day has virtually never happened. I've literally felt fine. I only took it once in the morning for two days. I feel like my old self for the first time in a good couple months.
If I think about it too hard, it almost worries me. If my life is this rad and only getting better, I hope that doesn't mean bad times are ahead.