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My passport just came in the mail today and I am leaving for the airport at 10 p.m. this evening. My new bathing suit also came today. Is that luck or what?
Speaking of luck, Taylor and I signed the lease on our fucking AMAZING new apartment today. We found it walking around Long Beach, and it's a little out of our price range-at $1290/month, it's like $650 each BUT...it was originally priced at $1590/month. It's a completely restored 1930s Spanish-style ground floor apartment, with hardwood floors throughout and Spanish tile in the bathroom and kitchen. The kitchen countertops are this really pretty seafoam green color, with a back door leading to a little side yard, complete with a communal BBQ. My room came with these sick mini-mirrors on one wall, too. The bathroom has faux-marble walls and a pedestal sink, every room has a ceiling fan, and there are these awesome little built-ins everywhere. Fake fireplace, glass-windowed cabinets in the kitchen, really cute Mary Poppins-style windows that open outward in every room...in other words, HEAVEN.
Our landlord is really nice, too. His name is Frank and he's completely adorable and charming-I have a mini crush on him. I guess he graduated from CSULB with a Literature degree too, and today he brought me Hunter S. Thompson's Rum Diaries to take to Aruba. We don't have parking, but we have bikes so I think we'll be all right. I have to haul ass when I get home on the 4th to get the rest of my crap out of the old place (I'm supposed to be moved out that same day) so that will be really stressful but I'm totally up for it. Are things falling into place for me? Is it possible?
Speaking of luck, Taylor and I signed the lease on our fucking AMAZING new apartment today. We found it walking around Long Beach, and it's a little out of our price range-at $1290/month, it's like $650 each BUT...it was originally priced at $1590/month. It's a completely restored 1930s Spanish-style ground floor apartment, with hardwood floors throughout and Spanish tile in the bathroom and kitchen. The kitchen countertops are this really pretty seafoam green color, with a back door leading to a little side yard, complete with a communal BBQ. My room came with these sick mini-mirrors on one wall, too. The bathroom has faux-marble walls and a pedestal sink, every room has a ceiling fan, and there are these awesome little built-ins everywhere. Fake fireplace, glass-windowed cabinets in the kitchen, really cute Mary Poppins-style windows that open outward in every room...in other words, HEAVEN.
Our landlord is really nice, too. His name is Frank and he's completely adorable and charming-I have a mini crush on him. I guess he graduated from CSULB with a Literature degree too, and today he brought me Hunter S. Thompson's Rum Diaries to take to Aruba. We don't have parking, but we have bikes so I think we'll be all right. I have to haul ass when I get home on the 4th to get the rest of my crap out of the old place (I'm supposed to be moved out that same day) so that will be really stressful but I'm totally up for it. Are things falling into place for me? Is it possible?