Oh the irony!
I had decided to move straight in with Sarah rather than go through the trouble of moving twice in one summer. Nikki was pretty broken up about it. Well y'know what? It's a freakin' awesome thing that Nikki loves me for whatever reasons that she does, cause here I am covered in awesome cats, with my clothing and mattress taking up a corner of her spare bedroom. I gave that first living situation a good run, a whole month and a half before I lost my shit in front of Jonny and three good friends, nearly smacked the crap out of her, and moved out on the next business day. It's great to have good friends and family around when that kind of shit goes down, lest you begin to think you're the crazy one. My mom, Becky, NIkki, Kate, and Jonny got there the same time I did, we had everything packed in a few hours and three awesome friends from work came with a truck to help with furniture.
Despite being all over the place geographically (between storage, my parents' house, Ben and Nikki's place, and Jon's) I feel way more centered than any of the days I came home to a barking dog, my balding cat, a drunken roommate, and a sterile firetrap of an apartment. The first morning I woke up on Nikki's futon with Janice happily sleeping on my feet, it felt like the sun was shining on my pillow for the first time since I left NH. So here comes the wait, hopefully Sarah will get over her drama soon and absorb the rest of the lease so I don't have to pay 3K for a place I signed over the keys on. I'm in touch with a middle aged woman in Pawtucket who's renting out her spare bed and bath to fuel her furniture refurbishing business, hopefully that can be a step toward reasonable, self sufficient living.
Jonny's been so amazing, there for me in every way-- he saw the before, during, and after of the whole shebang and single handedly carried all my shit down those stairs and packed it into his van. And he still says I'm perfect, amazing, and all of those unheard of adjectives. Of course he's offered up all that is his to help me with housing and whatnot, but I certainly don't want to take advantage of it too much... y'know how that kind of thing can go sour. I already have a bunch of little things in his basement storage that didn't fit in my unit... good grief I can't wait to wake up with that guy every morning! His birthday was Friday, so I drove up to Somerville after work that night to catch the end of his band's billing. It was super refreshing to be in that kind of bar setting with his bandmates and buddies, it was really fun to get out a little. I drove his drunk ass home and five hours later, 8a.m. when the alarm went off, he was like a damn puppy ready to roll! We went to see a vintage baseball game on a little rescue farm-- free Ipswich ale, free roaming goats (we got to walk one around!!!!!) and it was a freakin awesome afternoon. Oh man oh man. What an action packed Saturday. Dear Diary.
Chuck's asleep across my arm and tummy, Janice is asleep on my feet. Ben and Jay and the circus are in town! Life is pretty good, just need a place to hang my hat for a few more months!!
Despite being all over the place geographically (between storage, my parents' house, Ben and Nikki's place, and Jon's) I feel way more centered than any of the days I came home to a barking dog, my balding cat, a drunken roommate, and a sterile firetrap of an apartment. The first morning I woke up on Nikki's futon with Janice happily sleeping on my feet, it felt like the sun was shining on my pillow for the first time since I left NH. So here comes the wait, hopefully Sarah will get over her drama soon and absorb the rest of the lease so I don't have to pay 3K for a place I signed over the keys on. I'm in touch with a middle aged woman in Pawtucket who's renting out her spare bed and bath to fuel her furniture refurbishing business, hopefully that can be a step toward reasonable, self sufficient living.
Jonny's been so amazing, there for me in every way-- he saw the before, during, and after of the whole shebang and single handedly carried all my shit down those stairs and packed it into his van. And he still says I'm perfect, amazing, and all of those unheard of adjectives. Of course he's offered up all that is his to help me with housing and whatnot, but I certainly don't want to take advantage of it too much... y'know how that kind of thing can go sour. I already have a bunch of little things in his basement storage that didn't fit in my unit... good grief I can't wait to wake up with that guy every morning! His birthday was Friday, so I drove up to Somerville after work that night to catch the end of his band's billing. It was super refreshing to be in that kind of bar setting with his bandmates and buddies, it was really fun to get out a little. I drove his drunk ass home and five hours later, 8a.m. when the alarm went off, he was like a damn puppy ready to roll! We went to see a vintage baseball game on a little rescue farm-- free Ipswich ale, free roaming goats (we got to walk one around!!!!!) and it was a freakin awesome afternoon. Oh man oh man. What an action packed Saturday. Dear Diary.
Chuck's asleep across my arm and tummy, Janice is asleep on my feet. Ben and Jay and the circus are in town! Life is pretty good, just need a place to hang my hat for a few more months!!