squee, mostly.
so we have an apartment. have a lease with names on it and everything. Gave a dude some money, found out we live across the street from a drug dealer; but I can plant flowers in the yard if I want to. Explained to the in-laws why we need a bed that's larger than the child-sized twin bed he slept in as a kid (awwwkwarddd...). Yikes. Everything is yikes. I still need a job. The folks are coming down soon with a van containing some furniture. I still need a job. bought renters' insurance and a subscription to the intarwebs. Yikes. This is weird. I swear I was 17 about 2 weeks ago. I swear I graduated from college yesterday. Now my name's on a lease. I still need a job. We. Have an apartment. We are having conversations about insurance and shower curtains. We've been aware of each others' existence for not even two years yet. We were talking about area rugs and coffee tables and how cable companies dick you over. Yikes. We've acquired a cat. We have a cat, for fuck's sake. And a kitchen with a brand new stove with no backsplash. Sometimes I feel like we're playing chicken. Who will get spooked first? Otherwise, this is mostly too good to be true. So we have this apartment. I still need a job. Yikes.