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I found out on thursday, that casey and I's apt finally got subleased, only to find out they wanted it for march 1st aka sunday.
so, without having a new apt, straight after work I went and saw one, the next morning before work I applied and signed the lease, the following day my superman of a boyfriend and I moved all my shit in under 4.5 hours and I then spent the first night in my new apt. I'd love to say that I was this big girl and spent the first night alone, but I definitely made my boyfriend spend the night cause of all the creepy noises I heard. needless to say, my apt is way too big for me and scooter and I love it. lincoln square is the cutest town and I'm glad I found something exactly where I wanted.
and also after only 4 or 5 months I'm getting a promotion at work. I'm going to be an assistant manager at the gap flagship store on michigan ave. crazy!
things have been good, like real good. money is the only thing I can complain about. I remember calling my boyfriend one night ranting about how things weren't fair. I was consistantly seeing bad people get great things and I just kept getting more stressful things. I couldn't grasp the concept that people who don't deserve good things, get them, and those that genuinely do, don't. I expressed that I felt that I was a pretty good person and couldn't understand why I couldn't ever catch a break. I just remember him saying "baby, their's won't last and even if it does, you know what? you're gonna get your break, and when you do, its going to be 10 times bigger...I promise you."
so after this past week when everything was getting stressful he kept me calm, and then when things went the right way, his first reaction was "hey, remember when I told you you'd get your break? BOOM."
either way, he was right. he usually always is. I've recently found out that as stressful as life gets, as long as you have that positive support right there next to you, its never, ever as bad as it would be alone.
moral of the post:
I moved and things are good.
xoxo.
so, without having a new apt, straight after work I went and saw one, the next morning before work I applied and signed the lease, the following day my superman of a boyfriend and I moved all my shit in under 4.5 hours and I then spent the first night in my new apt. I'd love to say that I was this big girl and spent the first night alone, but I definitely made my boyfriend spend the night cause of all the creepy noises I heard. needless to say, my apt is way too big for me and scooter and I love it. lincoln square is the cutest town and I'm glad I found something exactly where I wanted.
and also after only 4 or 5 months I'm getting a promotion at work. I'm going to be an assistant manager at the gap flagship store on michigan ave. crazy!
things have been good, like real good. money is the only thing I can complain about. I remember calling my boyfriend one night ranting about how things weren't fair. I was consistantly seeing bad people get great things and I just kept getting more stressful things. I couldn't grasp the concept that people who don't deserve good things, get them, and those that genuinely do, don't. I expressed that I felt that I was a pretty good person and couldn't understand why I couldn't ever catch a break. I just remember him saying "baby, their's won't last and even if it does, you know what? you're gonna get your break, and when you do, its going to be 10 times bigger...I promise you."
so after this past week when everything was getting stressful he kept me calm, and then when things went the right way, his first reaction was "hey, remember when I told you you'd get your break? BOOM."
either way, he was right. he usually always is. I've recently found out that as stressful as life gets, as long as you have that positive support right there next to you, its never, ever as bad as it would be alone.
moral of the post:
I moved and things are good.
xoxo.