“A soulmate is someone who has locks that fit our keys, and keys to fit our locks. When we feel safe enough to open the locks, our truest selves step out and we can be completely and honestly who we are; we can be loved for who we are and not for who we’re pretending to be. Each unveils the best part of the other. No matter what else goes wrong around us, with that one person we’re safe in our own paradise. Our soulmate is someone who shares our deepest longings, our sense of direction. When we’re two balloons, and together our direction is up, chances are we’ve found the right person. Our soulmate is the one who makes life come to life.”—
How did we ever talk shit about people before the anonymity of the internet? It makes my heart sad to know there are so many people so unhappy with their lives that the only joy they can find is in belittling strangers on the internet.
My current lease started May 1, 2009. I think I knew in July or so I wasn’t going to renew it. I thought I wanted to stay in the same neighborhood, but I’m pretty convinced that, if I do, I’ll feel like I’m living in a dorm no matter how posh of a pad I find.
I was thinking for a while that Glendale would be nice but I really just can’t leave the Lake area. I love it. So I started searching elsewhere. Where I really would love to live is the Historic Third Ward. If I could afford to double my rent, I totally would, but I work in public health and I have student loans and a monthly car payment. Shiny orange cars aren’t cheap, you know!
I could probably swing it if I really wanted but, I like adding money into savings and having some left over to spend so I went for the next best thing. Bay View!
Craigslist seemed to find me some great deals, but I had to stop looking. I mean all these great places had leases starting in January. I was looking a little too early. I forced myself not to look anymore because it’s just depressing seeing something you want that you can’t have.
Then a coworker of mine told me about a place she used to live in. With a garage. Two bedrooms for less than what I’m paying now. And possibly available at the time I needed it to be. Maybe. The current tenants weren’t sure if they were leaving or not. Long story short, current tenants decided they wanted to move out. I met with the landlords, I got an application, I filled out the application, and I turned it in.
Today I had a phone call saying they are accepting my application and I’m signing my lease on Saturday! Lease starts April 15th.
You know what that means right?
May Ikea Adventure!!
My new rental is not only the upper part of a duplex, with 2 bedroom, a garage, and a balcony, I also get basement space! My plan is to turn it into a lounge area, filled with books! I’ll need seating and shelves and a lamp and an area rug. And also some things for the actual house part of the flat. Ikea is the only solution.
I’m also having dinner parties. Who wants an invite? :-)
Abigail: I like 800. I think it’s my favorite number. Me: I think 12 and 5 are my go to numbers. Abigail: Really? Me: Yeah. Amy: She did say she was 12 before. Me: I did say that. Abigail: I am not 800. Well, maybe in biblical years. They were pretty old in Genesis. Me: They begot a lot too. Abigail: That’s very true they did a lot of begotting. Begatting? What? Amy: What? Abigail: In Genesis. Have you read it? Amy: I can’t say that I have. Me: I don’t read the Bible. I’m Catholic. silence Me: Oh… Did I just offend everyone in here? Amy: It is called St. Francis Brewery. Me: Whoops. Good thing I’m sitting in the back. Abigail: And we showed up late! Amy: God loves us. Me: Why are we still talking?
Catching up with old friends and surprise 40 cent wing night! Magic happens in St. Francis Brewery.
I even drew a magical sunshine unicorn of happiness on the back of a few coasters and then put them back where I found them. Shhh. Don’t tell.
I still get the nightmare where I walk into class, sit down, and everyone starts handing in a major assignment that I then realize I didn’t even know about. Because I didn’t read the syllabus or something. And I think maybe I can finish it really quick while everyone is handing it in but it feels too big and everything around me starts fading quickly, too quickly for me to dig through my binder because maybe I really did do it, and forgot? But it’s still fading, and I just know I’m a failure. I am going to fail the class and there’s nothing I can do about it and I’m going to be a loser the rest of my life, and I start to cry.
And then my alarm goes off and after 3 seconds of panic that I’ve got to do something really quick, I realize it was just a dream. I graduated. I passed the licensing exam. It’s all over and I have a kick ass job that I love.
"I write stories. Some of my stories are about me and I write fiction stories too. And I like writing fiction stories and it’s easy. All you gotta do is choose your character, and think about what’s gonna happen, and then it’s the end!"
If you want me to dress up like a ninja and fight a rabid polar bear, you’re going to have to offer me some decent quality ice cream that isn’t immersed in some fake, unsatisfactory “chocolate” that tastes like disappointment.