the numbered days of the 9-3
So I am sad to say that the 9-3 days, in September, will be once and for awhile coming to end. Needless to say come to end of August we will have to have the parties to end all parties here, because well, that's what we've done since the beginning.
It's kind of weird to think about not coming home to this place anymore...that's awhile away though.
For now, it's all the fun of looking for apartments! and, I don't know if anyone has ever had the joy of looking for an apartment, let alone the joy of looking for an apartment in Boston.... needless to say it's quite a daunting task. Esp. when money is a factor, because apparently for some people it's not.
Dean and I are moving in together, alone. It's a big step. But,is it really going to be that different? No! It's more than likely going to be awesome, sometimes it's just a little overwhelming and scary. I'm more scared about being able to make (or not) ends meet on our own than anything. If we were't living in the city I would have no problem with the situation, but sometimes I feel like a little girl in a big bad city and I'm afraid to get spit up and chewed out.
This new job is going to help make things better. a lot better. I just need Dean to find a good job too and things will be all set. Until then, I will more than likely have anxiety attacks about this because, that's what I do.
I have so more stuff to write about but it doesn't feel right in this 9-3 breakup entry. perhaps later.