Jul 13, 2009 18:48
On Wednesday I sign my new lease. I am terribly excited for our new place. It's a HOUSE in Kansas City, KS, about 2 miles from State Line. It's an adorable little two-bedroom house with a fence yard and a clawfoot tub and a mudroom and a closet with a 10 foot ceiling and a dishwasher, thank goodness I don't have to wash dishes by hand anymore! Oh, and there's a wonderful front porch and a small back deck and a coal shoot underneath the house. There's a really neat park down the street and a Mexican convenience store on either end of the block (Mexican neighborhoods = family neighborhoods = seems sketchy to the rest of KC, but is actually reasonably safe).
I think we got lucky because we showed up late and got to talk to the landlord for an extended period of time and she found Milt's job interesting and she worked with parents of Ozanam kids.
The only downside to this is that now I have to pay for trash pickup and if I don't get a job in Kansas this year, I have to pay state taxes in MO and KS. But I'm going to look for a job at the KCK public library in a month or so.
Also, I saw the Dear Hunter (fucking amazing, especially the a capella verison of "The Oracles of Delphi Express") and the opening band, Kay Kay & His Weathered Underground Band, were great. Tess came to town and we ran all over town, the toy shop and First Friday madness and Foo's Fabulous Frozen Custard and Lush and Target (they have no Target in Vermont) and the park and Sonic (also, no Sonic's) and Harvey House and her first tattoo, courtsey of Milt. We did about a dozen different things in the span of two days.
Oh yeah, and someone stole my scooter, parked between two cars, the day after it got back from the shop. What a bunch of shit. They don't even have the keys! What asshole just walks off with it?!