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Life is going to be very uncertain for a few months.
[18:03] bunnyboilondon: After 3 days of unfairly prodding me, I relented and told my roomie I'd get a dog. The thing that worried me was being stuck with the dog and not knowing how to move him. However, he convinced me because 1- He said he'd 50% probably take doggie with him when he left to hike the AT in 2012
and 2- Even if he didn't, I could get a ride with him and his not-boyfriend Daniel up to Chicago in 2012 (where I would be going)
[18:03] bunnyboilondon: So 3 days ago we go to the shelter and I meet this /adorable/ 2 month old german shepard/husky mix. <3 <3 <3
[18:04] bunnyboilondon: We said "ok, on Monday, we'll get him". So I was excited.
[18:05] bunnyboilondon: Today I get woken up at 11:00 by my roomie saying "come on, let's go get our puppy". So I was like "hm? Well ok! Early, but..." So I get dressed and walk outside to the living room where he is sitting with Phil (other roomie who told us a year ago he'd be leaving in November)
[18:05] Tess Sings: I'm understanding and following, but what I'm unclear on so far is why he was pressuring you to get a dog of all things.
[18:05] bunnyboilondon: 'Cause I want a cat and he HATES them.
[18:06] bunnyboilondon: And he likes dogs.
[18:06] Deathbird Sings: I love cats >_>
[18:06] bunnyboilondon: you love all animals <3 you are love.
[18:06] Tess Sings: Pfflololol
[18:07] bunnyboilondon: Roomie R says "here's the thing- I have a job offer in Maine. I found out 3 days ago. So I'll be leaving at the end of this month"
o.o
"So you still wanna get a dog?"
So... he didn't tell me last night. Didn't tell me before we went to SEE the puppies. Didn't tell me after we saw them. Just... "surprise, I'm leaving and you have no way of transporting a dog and also you have no way to pay for this apartment! : D "
[18:07] bunnyboilondon: I can go back and live with my dad BUT there was no way I could bring a dog back with me.
[18:09] bunnyboilondon: So... right now I'm mourning the loss of my roomie that I thought I'd have until 2012 and mourning the loss of a puppy I got very attached to.
P.S- we got a kennel and a bed and dishes and toys for puppy. So... I'm feeling a lot like I furnished a room for a baby and I lost her (not to diminish the loss of an actual baby, but for my tiny scope, it's the equivalent)
I spent the entire car ride home from the shelter quietly resolving to find good things about this, and in the end I did. In the first place, some people don't have it as good as I do. Some people don't have parents that are practically demanding that they come home.
Anyhow, at 6:29, my friend Ty called me (without me prompting) because she (get this) wanted to know if I could live with her and three other people (two of them I know, one I lived with, and the one I don't know being Trans) in Chicago. Rent is 290 a month and there are a lot of connections. Plus, I know a fair amount of people in Chicago.
In a lot of ways, this is the best thing that could have happened to me. I'll get to go back to New York on the train (I love the train), I'll get a checkup at my own GLBT clinic, I'll be able to change my Passport and get an ID at the DMV- some very important things.
Not only that, but T, B, and J are three of the hugest allies you could ever meet. They're all GLBT and can help me emotionally transition- not doctors, but they will relate a lot better than my current roomies do. I love the current ones, but it's something else entirely when you're living with people of the community. A gay man, two pansexuals and Sky, the one I don't know, is MTF (EDIT!).
The apartment sounds great, too. Five bedrooms. And I already know how to do mass transit.
Of course, I am still reeling from the loss of a dog that was almost mine and I'm really broken up over having to say good-bye to R so soon, but Louisiana isn't what we thought it would be. Plus, I did get to do Mardi Gras and Jazz clubs. That's important.
There was also the possibility of surgery in 2011, but even that was just a pipe dream. Apparently, you need a doctor's note and I didn't have a doctor down here. I can probably get a surgery letter from my NYC clinic.
Now... the job place I looked at isn't hiring, but I'm applying anyway and there are lots more job opportunities in Chicago. It's not an economically depressed place and I'll have a lot of connections. Won't be so bad.
[18:03] bunnyboilondon: After 3 days of unfairly prodding me, I relented and told my roomie I'd get a dog. The thing that worried me was being stuck with the dog and not knowing how to move him. However, he convinced me because 1- He said he'd 50% probably take doggie with him when he left to hike the AT in 2012
and 2- Even if he didn't, I could get a ride with him and his not-boyfriend Daniel up to Chicago in 2012 (where I would be going)
[18:03] bunnyboilondon: So 3 days ago we go to the shelter and I meet this /adorable/ 2 month old german shepard/husky mix. <3 <3 <3
[18:04] bunnyboilondon: We said "ok, on Monday, we'll get him". So I was excited.
[18:05] bunnyboilondon: Today I get woken up at 11:00 by my roomie saying "come on, let's go get our puppy". So I was like "hm? Well ok! Early, but..." So I get dressed and walk outside to the living room where he is sitting with Phil (other roomie who told us a year ago he'd be leaving in November)
[18:05] Tess Sings: I'm understanding and following, but what I'm unclear on so far is why he was pressuring you to get a dog of all things.
[18:05] bunnyboilondon: 'Cause I want a cat and he HATES them.
[18:06] bunnyboilondon: And he likes dogs.
[18:06] Deathbird Sings: I love cats >_>
[18:06] bunnyboilondon: you love all animals <3 you are love.
[18:06] Tess Sings: Pfflololol
[18:07] bunnyboilondon: Roomie R says "here's the thing- I have a job offer in Maine. I found out 3 days ago. So I'll be leaving at the end of this month"
o.o
"So you still wanna get a dog?"
So... he didn't tell me last night. Didn't tell me before we went to SEE the puppies. Didn't tell me after we saw them. Just... "surprise, I'm leaving and you have no way of transporting a dog and also you have no way to pay for this apartment! : D "
[18:07] bunnyboilondon: I can go back and live with my dad BUT there was no way I could bring a dog back with me.
[18:09] bunnyboilondon: So... right now I'm mourning the loss of my roomie that I thought I'd have until 2012 and mourning the loss of a puppy I got very attached to.
P.S- we got a kennel and a bed and dishes and toys for puppy. So... I'm feeling a lot like I furnished a room for a baby and I lost her (not to diminish the loss of an actual baby, but for my tiny scope, it's the equivalent)
I spent the entire car ride home from the shelter quietly resolving to find good things about this, and in the end I did. In the first place, some people don't have it as good as I do. Some people don't have parents that are practically demanding that they come home.
Anyhow, at 6:29, my friend Ty called me (without me prompting) because she (get this) wanted to know if I could live with her and three other people (two of them I know, one I lived with, and the one I don't know being Trans) in Chicago. Rent is 290 a month and there are a lot of connections. Plus, I know a fair amount of people in Chicago.
In a lot of ways, this is the best thing that could have happened to me. I'll get to go back to New York on the train (I love the train), I'll get a checkup at my own GLBT clinic, I'll be able to change my Passport and get an ID at the DMV- some very important things.
Not only that, but T, B, and J are three of the hugest allies you could ever meet. They're all GLBT and can help me emotionally transition- not doctors, but they will relate a lot better than my current roomies do. I love the current ones, but it's something else entirely when you're living with people of the community. A gay man, two pansexuals and Sky, the one I don't know, is MTF (EDIT!).
The apartment sounds great, too. Five bedrooms. And I already know how to do mass transit.
Of course, I am still reeling from the loss of a dog that was almost mine and I'm really broken up over having to say good-bye to R so soon, but Louisiana isn't what we thought it would be. Plus, I did get to do Mardi Gras and Jazz clubs. That's important.
There was also the possibility of surgery in 2011, but even that was just a pipe dream. Apparently, you need a doctor's note and I didn't have a doctor down here. I can probably get a surgery letter from my NYC clinic.
Now... the job place I looked at isn't hiring, but I'm applying anyway and there are lots more job opportunities in Chicago. It's not an economically depressed place and I'll have a lot of connections. Won't be so bad.