So it’s official. I have found a place to live. With Andrew. Phew.
We are moving into his parents tri-plex. It actually was very serendipitous because I had to be out by June 30, and one of their tenants is leaving June 30. Phew. So I’ve been busily trying to figure out everything that will be coming with me into the new place.
It’s a 2 bedroom basement apartment. I have no idea about size, I have no idea about layout. I do know that there isn’t a bathtub, just a shower. I’m so very disappointed about that. Especially when I think about having to shave my legs… and buying a shower cap for days that I don’t want to wash my hair. Oh joy.
I’ve been trying to plot things out, trying to budget something out, but it’s really tough when there are a lot of unknown variables. The one thing we do know is that our neighbours are going to be pretty… interesting? Originally when told we could live there, his parents said that we couldn’t be loud as there were two single mothers living in the apartments above us. Well, apparently, all’s not super quiet around the home front. Apparently the kid above us has awful tantrums, and the woman at the top has super loud sex. And so why can’t we be loud-ish? Not that we’re going to be throwing loud parties all the time, but it’s nice to not have to worry about being mouse-quiet. Although hopefully we can’t really hear the kid having tantrums upstairs.
I’m really excited about moving in with Andrew though, I keep getting this little bubble of happiness that makes me bounce where ever I’m sitting. Although I think that I’m going to be driving him crazy by the end of it all. Just to be able to come home to him every night will be amazing.
