An anniversary!

One year ago today, an extremely nervous person asked an absolutely amazing girl if she might be interested in a date sometime.

Well, it’s been a fantastic year so far! Here’s hoping the rest get even better.

<3 Jess

Moving so soon?

Well, I just got a call from the apartment management.

>.<

Seems there was an error! They can’t give me the apartment they were going to.

However, they do have another one available they could move me into… but this one has no washer and dryer. Instead I get a screened porch. Yay?

The hookups for the washer and dryer should still be there, so I suppose down the road I could purchase my own, but still… I’m saddened.

Now if you’ll excuse me, I still have a company or two to call and give the new apartment number to.

Woot!

So check this out.

I GOT THE APARTMENT!

*ahem* Sorry, just a tad excited.

So yeah! I was approved for the apartment I applied to! Pretty nifty little one bedroom place, too - comes with all the normal kitchen appliances, a dishwasher… I even get a washer and dryer!

Only $670 a month.

I get the key on Friday, but I still have a few more things to wrap up first. Gotta get the electric transferred to my name, straighten out the internet access - you know, the basics of life.

Jess has already helped me start packing. How awesome is it that we’ve filled almost three boxes with nothing but books and CDs? I Luckily I don’t really have that much stuff, so the move shouldn’t be too bad. I own no furniture, by the way, and yet somehow I’ve already been offered a couch, a loveseat, a recliner, and there was talk of a table. o.O

I don’t have a bed though. Looks like I’ll be air-mattressing it for a while, or sleeping on the couch. Ah well.

/bitter

So there’s an apartment complex not too far from my house that had a decent rate and it’s not a bad area to live. I’m headed over there for a tour this afternoon, most likely.

\o/ was my joy at finding it.

\o/ was my mom’s reaction.

>:( was what dad did. /sigh

I should explain. I’m still living at home with my parents, as some of you may or may not know. I pay them a small rent, I help with the utilities, and they use the internet service my work pays for. Yeah, it kinda stinks that I have to pay rent to live with my folks, but eh.

Well, I took my mom to dinner last night as a belated Mother’s Day outing (and maybe to make up for not really being able to do anything for her birthday back in October). We go to a local steakhouse, order some delicious food - she had steak, and I had salmon - and just discuss random stuff. Work, my relationship with Jess, apartment hunting… I don’t really get to sit down and talk to her that often, and it was nice.

Well, she mentions that I need to let dad know about the possible apartment as well. A good idea, to be sure, as I was planning on telling him anyway. I just usually like to run these things by her first.

Well, fast forward a few hours later - back at home. I let dad know that I have a potential apartment that I could be moving into fairly soon, and I mention that I’d have to help them get their internet service switched over (my work pays for my connection - but only if I live there), and he begins to get all emo about being able to pay for the internet.

Yeah. No congratulations on the apartment, no offers to go take a look at it, just griping about the loss of the money that I pay them and the internet I provide.

It’s so incredibly sucky to be looked at as a source of income and not a son.