*tap tap* Is this thing on?
I know I don't post as much as I used to - blame lack of access to the site except at home and mostly being incredibly busy & tired.
Mid-November we started looking for a new place and ended up moving to a nice apartment the first week of December. Up in the East hills of Portland, we have a three bedroom, two bathroom apartment with a dishwasher, washer and dryer with a nice view of the Willamette Valley plus a one car garage for a really reasonable rent. The one main drawback is that we had asked for a lower level apartment and got one instead on the second floor - which made moving all our stuff a Giant Festival of Fun.
Also making the move even that more FUNFUNFUN was the fact that I couldn't take anytime off of work. We did the furniture the first weekend with three of our friends helping us out (Kurtis can't really move furniture anymore with how fucked up his back is and well, as hardcore as I want to think that I am, I'm still a teeny girl)and the rest we did ourselves. He'd pick me up from work at 6pm, we'd pack up shit and shlep it over/up the damn stairs every week night and most of the day on weekends. We just finished last night and we're both just beat up - backs, knees, ankles and quads. Add to having to deal with the pups and our last cat slowly dying in front of us (Wif passed away on Friday, as if he knew it was the last day at the house) and our stress levels were through the roof. I will take the Fifth on any loud fights that may have happened.
There's good and bad on both sides of the equation(s) here - now we have a place that is truly ours but that house did give us both some good memories. Kurtis lived in that house a long time and in the kitchen is where he asked me to marry him. I miss the secluded yard and the convenience of just opening the door to let the dogs out. Come spring, I'll miss the rhododendrons and azaleas blooming but not miss the mowing or the fucking blackberry vines. Here's where we build our future, my family and I.
Mid-November we started looking for a new place and ended up moving to a nice apartment the first week of December. Up in the East hills of Portland, we have a three bedroom, two bathroom apartment with a dishwasher, washer and dryer with a nice view of the Willamette Valley plus a one car garage for a really reasonable rent. The one main drawback is that we had asked for a lower level apartment and got one instead on the second floor - which made moving all our stuff a Giant Festival of Fun.
Also making the move even that more FUNFUNFUN was the fact that I couldn't take anytime off of work. We did the furniture the first weekend with three of our friends helping us out (Kurtis can't really move furniture anymore with how fucked up his back is and well, as hardcore as I want to think that I am, I'm still a teeny girl)and the rest we did ourselves. He'd pick me up from work at 6pm, we'd pack up shit and shlep it over/up the damn stairs every week night and most of the day on weekends. We just finished last night and we're both just beat up - backs, knees, ankles and quads. Add to having to deal with the pups and our last cat slowly dying in front of us (Wif passed away on Friday, as if he knew it was the last day at the house) and our stress levels were through the roof. I will take the Fifth on any loud fights that may have happened.
There's good and bad on both sides of the equation(s) here - now we have a place that is truly ours but that house did give us both some good memories. Kurtis lived in that house a long time and in the kitchen is where he asked me to marry him. I miss the secluded yard and the convenience of just opening the door to let the dogs out. Come spring, I'll miss the rhododendrons and azaleas blooming but not miss the mowing or the fucking blackberry vines. Here's where we build our future, my family and I.