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So, we are finally moved into the new place. My new employer did in fact cover all of our deposits, although since I had to contact both a water association and an electric company AFTER we paid deposits on the rental house they had to guestimate on those, and it didn't quite cover everything, but still.
We have a full size bed and a butt shaped stool, some clothes, and a coffee pot. Everything else is still in storage spread between MS and down here. We have no living room furniture at all, haven't in years. But it's okay.
Our new place is in the ghetto. And that's not really a joke - we have random shady people walking through our yard looking in our windows all the time. But we have nothing of value, and I'm married to a 6'5" 300lb man with a six inch beard. I don't think they're going to really mess with us much.
We also have no appliances. We were supposed to have a stove installed before we moved in, but it never got delivered. No one really knows what happened with it. Hence us living off of ramen that we make in the coffee pot. But it's okay.
You know why it's okay? We have no roommates. We have no one fighting over parking spots, or whose turn it is to use the bathroom, or who has the right to cook dinner first and use the dining table or the big TV (even though we don't have a TV right now). It's ALL OURS. We can set the thermostat, and change it if we fucking want to. We don't have to fight over the washer and dryer (well, if we had one). We can stay up as late as we want, make as much noise as we want. It's afuckingmazing. I haven't had this much freedom since I lived alone at 19.
It's slightly bittersweet, though. We weren't allowed to take all of the kitties with us. The only places we could afford on such short notice either allowed zero, or up to two. Right now we're sneaking in a third, but will be applying to put her on the lease in a few weeks. Unfortunately, this meant that I had to have my angry old ladies put to sleep. It was honestly something I should have done last summer when we had to move down her, but I was too stubborn to. Their health had not been great, and the arthritis in GM's hip had gotten so bad in the last month she could barely walk. She could use her leg to scratch, but she refused to put weight on it. She spent most of her time under the bed, where no one would mess with her. Squeaker just fought with everyone to express how pissed she was when it hurt to move.
I found a very wonderful vet clinic, and the staff was very kind and understanding. They gave us a discount for the shots, and a discount on the cremation service. I wanted them cremated and stored together, so they filed the order under a heavier weight class for a single animal. They anticipated a two week delivery on the remains when we dropped them of last Thursday, but I was able to pick them up today. They are in a very sweet little urn with a paw print on top, and they gave us a pretty little printout of the "Rainbow Bridge" poem that had a pressed heart of wildflower seeds, so we could make a memorial garden if we wanted. I'm going to just frame it whole, at least for now. Maybe if we buy a house I'll plant them. As it stands now if I put them in a pot outside someone would probably just steal it.
So that's what's going on with me right now. Job is going well, we're in our own place, we're down two cats. It made Mother's Day kinda sad, since I'd had those old bitches for 17 years. Chris always made a big deal of me being their mom.
It's creeping up on a year since he passed, with a month after that being a year since we moved. What a year.
I think I'm going to write a book about it.
We have a full size bed and a butt shaped stool, some clothes, and a coffee pot. Everything else is still in storage spread between MS and down here. We have no living room furniture at all, haven't in years. But it's okay.
Our new place is in the ghetto. And that's not really a joke - we have random shady people walking through our yard looking in our windows all the time. But we have nothing of value, and I'm married to a 6'5" 300lb man with a six inch beard. I don't think they're going to really mess with us much.
We also have no appliances. We were supposed to have a stove installed before we moved in, but it never got delivered. No one really knows what happened with it. Hence us living off of ramen that we make in the coffee pot. But it's okay.
You know why it's okay? We have no roommates. We have no one fighting over parking spots, or whose turn it is to use the bathroom, or who has the right to cook dinner first and use the dining table or the big TV (even though we don't have a TV right now). It's ALL OURS. We can set the thermostat, and change it if we fucking want to. We don't have to fight over the washer and dryer (well, if we had one). We can stay up as late as we want, make as much noise as we want. It's afuckingmazing. I haven't had this much freedom since I lived alone at 19.
It's slightly bittersweet, though. We weren't allowed to take all of the kitties with us. The only places we could afford on such short notice either allowed zero, or up to two. Right now we're sneaking in a third, but will be applying to put her on the lease in a few weeks. Unfortunately, this meant that I had to have my angry old ladies put to sleep. It was honestly something I should have done last summer when we had to move down her, but I was too stubborn to. Their health had not been great, and the arthritis in GM's hip had gotten so bad in the last month she could barely walk. She could use her leg to scratch, but she refused to put weight on it. She spent most of her time under the bed, where no one would mess with her. Squeaker just fought with everyone to express how pissed she was when it hurt to move.
I found a very wonderful vet clinic, and the staff was very kind and understanding. They gave us a discount for the shots, and a discount on the cremation service. I wanted them cremated and stored together, so they filed the order under a heavier weight class for a single animal. They anticipated a two week delivery on the remains when we dropped them of last Thursday, but I was able to pick them up today. They are in a very sweet little urn with a paw print on top, and they gave us a pretty little printout of the "Rainbow Bridge" poem that had a pressed heart of wildflower seeds, so we could make a memorial garden if we wanted. I'm going to just frame it whole, at least for now. Maybe if we buy a house I'll plant them. As it stands now if I put them in a pot outside someone would probably just steal it.
So that's what's going on with me right now. Job is going well, we're in our own place, we're down two cats. It made Mother's Day kinda sad, since I'd had those old bitches for 17 years. Chris always made a big deal of me being their mom.
It's creeping up on a year since he passed, with a month after that being a year since we moved. What a year.
I think I'm going to write a book about it.