Ugh. I’m still not happy with everything the way it is right now but I don’t have FTP access on my laptop and am too lazy to go on Paul’s computer right this second so I guess I’m just going to have to suck it up for now. It’s weird but designing my blog has always been one of those things that brings out the extreme control-freakish-perfectionist-OCD-ness in me and not having complete control over this thing is driving me nuts. Does it bug anyone else that it says “TAGS” at the bottom of this post even though nothing is tagged? Well, I’m only a little bit ashamed to say it bugs the holy beejezus out of me. Based on how many times I redesigned the site during college (which I discovered as I backed up my site for the FIRST TIME EVER IN 10 YEARS this weekend) I must have spent a LOT of hours tweaking code rather than studying. Quelle surprise.
Anyway, onto more important matters.
I’ve been keeping a secret from you dear Internet. And before you ask let me just say, no I am not gestating anything.
But, we are currently in escrow for a place here in the city. I haven’t wanted to say anything because you may remember what happened last time I thought we were moving. This time definitely feels more “right” somehow. Like when you finally meet “the one” and you’re like oh, cool, the idea of getting married doesn’t make me want to jump out of a window. We’re just waiting on our loan to get approved and that will pretty much be that. Hopefully it ends up being as easy as I just made it sound.
Anyway, the new place is about 2x times bigger than our current (studio) apartment, which actually now seems to be shrinking. A couple weeks ago the powers that be came in to change the electrical panel and we were thus commanded to remove everything from our closet. Holy cow people, do you know how much CRAP we had in that closet?! Neither did I – until it was all over our apartment and I literally had to clear a space on the bed so we could go to bed that night. And since then we have moved a lot of things back into the closet but a lot of the boxes are just kind of sitting there. In the middle of the room. Where we used to walk. And I keep kicking things and tripping on wires and everytime I do it makes the thought of paying almost 3x our rent in mortgage payments almost bearable.
Almost.
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