Well, its happening.
After moving around 700 pounds of furniture in the last two days, sleeping about 10 hours, and dancing about nine, I'm getting ready to leave.
I cancelled my rental car because I convinced my friend Tom it would be more fun if he came with me.... So I'm paying him instead of the rental car company. ;)
So, for those of you paying attention out there... I'll be in Somerville tomorrow night....... I'll be sending everyone the new address and phone number hopefully sometime later tonight :)
hope you're all well. wish me luck.
so... a pre-work tidbit...
i was coming out of the Farragut North Metro stop today, backpack-wielding, flip-flop-wearing in my new black blouse (very sleek) and my awesome black handkerchief cut skirt (very flowy and full). I wore my brilliant skirt today because I am going contra dancing tonight, and contra dancing is not contra dancing without a long, swishy skirt...
so there i am, meandering towards my ridiculous temp job, surrounded by men in suits next to Farragut Square, when I wander over a metro grating... you know, those grates that cover the underground tunnels.. you know, the ones that create wind tunnels...
the grating was about 8 feet long. As soon as I stepped over it, I did a total Marilyn Monroe and my skirt flew up in the back and front.. I actually involuntarily uttered a little "Ooo!", and did the same thing Marilyn did, sheilding the world from my underwear in the front, but losing miserably to the gentleman walking behind me.
I decided to act like nothing had happened. I knew that the sturdy looking businessman behind me had gotten a darn good glimpse at my undergarments.. I can only thank god I was wearing the bright pink ones. I stepped off the grating, with a little smirk on my face and a bit of sass in my step, and felt like I could conquer the world...
just a note.
dereck and i are embarking on a new adventure.
oh yes.
we've found a place, near harvard square, in a third floor four bedroom apartment, living with some other professionals. they seem like nice guys... IT folks and students and such. In any case, its close and its cheap (its on the somerville side), and we'll be able to save some cash. so my shoulders can finally relax.
hurrah! stress is draining from my body and I can finally concentrate on work. right now.... ;)
why do things function like this?
i'm waiting, heart in my throat, to know whether or not dereck and i will have a place to live in two weeks...
i'll know tomorrow.
please pray. its important. more important, i think, than i knew a few weeks ago. please, pray.
so. scratch that last entry.
i freaked out on the bus on the way home.
why? because i actually did a REAL budget instead of one in my head...
if i had taken this apartment, i would have dug myself into a financial hole i wouldn't have been able to get out of until december.... i looked at the numbers and realized " my dad is going to kill me."
that was the sign to get out. i asked the extrememly nice young professional next to me if i could use her phone, and i cancelled the lease. then i called cammilla ammiratti and her roommate theresa, and asked if i could live with them... i should hear back from them soon.
eek. eek. eek.
its a scary time, y'all. but it still feels good to have that money still in my pocket.
wish me luck. more tomorrow.
another one.. another day.
its been a bit of an emotional rollercoaster.
back in boston. searching out the perfect apartment. FOUND IT!!! landlord from DC (who, may i remind us all, promised us cold water pressure a few weeks after we moved in, and we got it in march) gives me a shitty reference. LOSES said apartment. megan is pissed.
let me describe this beautiful apartment. in east cambridge. which is a really fun neighborhood, though more family and lower-middle class folks than the young and hip hoppering inman square (which is only a few minutes away.) you go up the stairs to the second floor and the door to the apartment as glass panels in it; you step into the kitchen. the gorgeous kitchen. dark granite countertops, an "L" shaped buffet with cabinets overhead to your left, through which you can see the living area. dishwasher. all new appliances. when you walk left past the post made of exposed brick, you walk under a skylight into warm yellowlight. go back through the kitchen to your right and walk into the bedroom, also with a skylight and a fair sized closet storage. behind you is the bathroom full bath, renovated last year.
i liked it. alot.
i called dude back and let him know that i was NOT, in fact, untrustworthy or irresponsible, but that my landlord in DC was crazy and unethical (in not quite so many words) and that any of my other references would vouch for me. he says he'll consider it.
i agonize. grieve. moan. then i look at lots of other apartments. all of them are shitholes, except for one, with not as much character, but tile detailing that reminds me of my grandmother's house. I'm about to take it, when dude calls me back and says he's willing to "take a risk" with me.
i'm very pleased. very pleased and very grateful. very excited. mmmmm...
now i just need to go furniture shopping. in brookline. on tuesday nights. before wednesday morning (garbage day.)
love.... going to DC tomorrow.
mmmm..