News came to me today: the building my boss wants is officially his. The appraisal came back positive. I’ve sent an email to the owner of the building I currently live in, telling him we are leaving at the end of February. He threatened to deduct cleaning from my security deposit because of Suki. What an ass. I informed my boss, who will no doubt pull rank on him.
Packing commences shortly! The move is on. 🙂 The mover has been hired and boxes have been delivered.
When AJ visits, he looks at the boxes and frowns. It’s pretty much the same state at his place.
But he’s giving up exercise rooms, a pool, walking trails, a theater, a pool table, two hot tubs, a dishwasher, an in-unit washer and drier, and a balcony. I’m giving up… nothing. All I ever had was an ordinary, non-luxury apartment. I hope he doesn’t come to regret this.
What does he get in return? Lots of windows (he already had those), a park half a block away, proximity to downtown St Paul, access to lots of cafes and restaurants, cool bars only minutes away, maybe a ghost or two, and ME.
Sounds like a fair exchange, yeah? 🙂
Love makes us all stupid. But what are things compared to THAT?
My boss informed me today the unit I’m getting needs to be painted. His wife volunteered to do that. She’s a demon with the paintbrush. And the ceiling tiles suck, so he’s replacing those, too. Nice guy, my boss. He wants me to be happy. As I want me to be happy, too, I nodded and smiled and thought how cool this was going to be.
Once month to go. Can I get everything packed in time? Can AJ? The answer has to be yes, because we have no choice. On March 1, we must relocate.
It’s winter now, and as I type this, cold as hell. But summer isn’t far away. Here’s a photo to remind you of that.