Nothing ever stays the same...
Well, there's so much going on right now, I hardly know where to begin!! My boss is leaving, tomorrow, on her honeymoon for two weeks, so I will be saddled with a bit more responsibility at work. But, that's only the beginning of my pile.
I'm also faced with changing over utilities and planning a big move which -- ironically -- seems more stressful and hectic than my move last year across the COUNTRY!! Basically what it boils down to is we have to be out of here on May 31st and can't move IN to the new place until June 1st. We're hoping that one of the landlords or laides will BUDGE a little bit and make it so my shit isn't sitting on the street somewhere while I wait a few hours for an office to open to give me a key.
Waiting on that resolution is also keeping me from being able to reserve a moving truck and is also making my change of address and utilities transfers a little scary. We're basically going on a wing and a prayer that this lady is going to give us the apartment she said she would... there's always a chance that she'll say it's not ready and try to give us one of the smaller ones that we couldn't fit our stuff into. That would be a nightmare for many reasons, but most of all that all of our changes of address and utility transfers would be INCORRECT. How infuriating... you can just TELL that a university administration of some sort is behind all this mess. Although it is a seminary, it is still a university and no more immaculate in its handling of affairs than any other institution of higher learning.
So, I'm sitting here on what will be my half of the living room furniture. Zachary is purring next to me, pretending that I'm petting him. He has self esteem issues, clearly. I've taken my bed apart. Someone will be buying it in the next few days, so I'm going to have to acclamate myself to sleeping on the couch for about a week.
James started his summer job, today. I was so happy that he got the job. It pays really well, so he won't have to worry about money quite as much for a while. BUT, the job is out in a western suburb that isn't very conveniently accessible by public transportation. To be at work for 8:30am, this morning, he had to catch a bus that left at 6:30am!! He called me, this evening, at 6:30 and he still wasn't home!!! Even though the job will only last 6-8 weeks, I know that I couldn't handle such a crappy commute. It's all on a bus, at least, and only involves one transfer, but STILL!! This means that he basically spends 13 hours a day, Monday thru Friday, dealing with work (about four hours of which involves commuting). Argh! I hope he can find a carpooling person. Schaumburg is only a 55-minute DRIVE from Evanston. That would be much better and he could relax a little more at the end of the day (not to mention get home to ME much sooner!!)
It's still so hard to believe that so many things are about to change in the next few days. It's even harder to comprehend that so many things changed in the same amount of time LAST MAY. Goodness... May's not bad, but it is awfully scary! I do wonder what a distance of 8 miles will do to my current relationship with Amanda. That may seem a laughable distance to those of you back in Louisiana, but consider that it takes sometimes 30 minutes to travel 3 miles in Chicago when you rely on public transportation and you'll understand why I'm a little hesitant to have that much distance between us.
Looking back to last May and June, all we had was each other for a while. Those were scary but good times. Eventually, we began to make our own paths and take our own risks. I'm glad that even though we've both grown that there's still that very fertile and even immature familiarity between us -- like brother and sister. I mean, you've gotta expect that when you've been burping and farting in front of each other for over two years and you've been friends for going on 10 years!! Things weren't always nice or pleasant and there was a lot of uncertainty and hurt feelings, but there were lots of laughs and tender moments, too -- acts of pure friendship, selflessness, and love. Something tells me that -- 8 miles or 800 miles -- we're not over til the fat lady sings.
I'm also faced with changing over utilities and planning a big move which -- ironically -- seems more stressful and hectic than my move last year across the COUNTRY!! Basically what it boils down to is we have to be out of here on May 31st and can't move IN to the new place until June 1st. We're hoping that one of the landlords or laides will BUDGE a little bit and make it so my shit isn't sitting on the street somewhere while I wait a few hours for an office to open to give me a key.
Waiting on that resolution is also keeping me from being able to reserve a moving truck and is also making my change of address and utilities transfers a little scary. We're basically going on a wing and a prayer that this lady is going to give us the apartment she said she would... there's always a chance that she'll say it's not ready and try to give us one of the smaller ones that we couldn't fit our stuff into. That would be a nightmare for many reasons, but most of all that all of our changes of address and utility transfers would be INCORRECT. How infuriating... you can just TELL that a university administration of some sort is behind all this mess. Although it is a seminary, it is still a university and no more immaculate in its handling of affairs than any other institution of higher learning.
So, I'm sitting here on what will be my half of the living room furniture. Zachary is purring next to me, pretending that I'm petting him. He has self esteem issues, clearly. I've taken my bed apart. Someone will be buying it in the next few days, so I'm going to have to acclamate myself to sleeping on the couch for about a week.
James started his summer job, today. I was so happy that he got the job. It pays really well, so he won't have to worry about money quite as much for a while. BUT, the job is out in a western suburb that isn't very conveniently accessible by public transportation. To be at work for 8:30am, this morning, he had to catch a bus that left at 6:30am!! He called me, this evening, at 6:30 and he still wasn't home!!! Even though the job will only last 6-8 weeks, I know that I couldn't handle such a crappy commute. It's all on a bus, at least, and only involves one transfer, but STILL!! This means that he basically spends 13 hours a day, Monday thru Friday, dealing with work (about four hours of which involves commuting). Argh! I hope he can find a carpooling person. Schaumburg is only a 55-minute DRIVE from Evanston. That would be much better and he could relax a little more at the end of the day (not to mention get home to ME much sooner!!)
It's still so hard to believe that so many things are about to change in the next few days. It's even harder to comprehend that so many things changed in the same amount of time LAST MAY. Goodness... May's not bad, but it is awfully scary! I do wonder what a distance of 8 miles will do to my current relationship with Amanda. That may seem a laughable distance to those of you back in Louisiana, but consider that it takes sometimes 30 minutes to travel 3 miles in Chicago when you rely on public transportation and you'll understand why I'm a little hesitant to have that much distance between us.
Looking back to last May and June, all we had was each other for a while. Those were scary but good times. Eventually, we began to make our own paths and take our own risks. I'm glad that even though we've both grown that there's still that very fertile and even immature familiarity between us -- like brother and sister. I mean, you've gotta expect that when you've been burping and farting in front of each other for over two years and you've been friends for going on 10 years!! Things weren't always nice or pleasant and there was a lot of uncertainty and hurt feelings, but there were lots of laughs and tender moments, too -- acts of pure friendship, selflessness, and love. Something tells me that -- 8 miles or 800 miles -- we're not over til the fat lady sings.