I am excessively pleased and quite wild, really, to be able to say:
WE GOT THE HOUSE!
Well, the apartment, but still.
The real estate person called me this morning around 9 (so it's a good thing I decided not to go to class!) and The Boy is coming here tonight after work so we can go sign the contract tomorrow morning.
And then he has to hurry back in time for work, but I look upon it as a tiny blessing.
And good lord, we actually got it!
I was getting quite apprehensive because my aunt, who the real estate person wanted to call for a reference on me and The Boy, hadn't been called at all on Monday; and because we only want the apartment starting July 1st - when in fact they wanted it rented out by June 1st.
I'm beside myself - it took me 6 hours to calm down and gather my thoughts so I could write this, ya know?
I keep seeing visions of myself in that house, sitting in the garden, taking a break from rose-nursing, drinking a cup of tea and reading Jane some more.
kind of like this, only younger, and more like Chuck:
that's right! And even more preferably while wearing:
THIS hat! Isn't it AWESOME? (like a hotdog!)
Unfortunately we won't be able to see it again till July- maybe in June, when the current occupants have moved, but still, I feel like I could march right over and start taking measurements, so I can look up awesome furniture already.
I keep wondering if we'll be allowed to paint it, if we could possibly get permission to work in our garden (right now it's just a plot of grass) and cultivate some flower-beds.
For the first 14 years of my life, I've lived in the same room in the same house. And then my parents divorced and every single year after that, we've been moving once a year.
I want to settle down now. I want something that truly feels like a home.
I like my studio, but I would never ever want to stay here for very long.
The plan, for now, is to stay in The New Apartment until I have graduated (in 2012, hopefully) and have a good job, and then find something bigger.
I could keep going on and on about this, but I just wanted to let you guys know.
I'll write something else as soon as I can actually think about anything else.
... and indeed, all of the wonderful double-concentrated feelgood that is Pushing Daisies.
Remember how I told you while we were sipping Bordeaux and admiring the sunset in my "about me" that I was going through a fun, colourful, perky clothing phase, as inspired by Chuck?
So do I.
And I feel - I really, really do feel - that I absolutely NEED to elaborate.
Lookit her! Innit she cuuute? Yeshi is! yeshiiss!
Chuck Charles is, character-wise, everything I wish and aspire to be (well, that + being a licensed therapist - and, you know, actually alive) in that everytime she pops up on my TV-screen, I start smiling spontaniously and start counting my blessings.
1. Am able to touch the man I love (though The Boy does not bake pies for a living, or is even remotely charmingly neurotic, like Ned)
2. I, too, can dress like her.
3. I, too, can spread the sunshine. People are intolerable rude (and in some cases, cruel) to one another. I like smiling at strangers. (if I feel safe and validated - as a precaution)
I also, within the ten minutes of her first appearance on said TV-screen, began to lament the fact that my fair was not, in fact, long, curly and/or brown. Luckily, I am usually a down-to-earth person, and after realizing I could not possibly remedy this fact, began to realize that there were other ways to spread the Chuck-happy.
But I'm starting to wander off here.
Point is: spreading the sunshine.
(and looking charmingly awesome).
What? Even her make-up was bee-related!
(I'll just mention this in passing, but this text editing tool sucks a-- is not of superior quality. Seriously, clicking the "i" thing means italics, not normal text. Unclicking it means stop with the italics already. Ugh.
Anyhoo, where was I?
Yes, my Chuck-inspired style.
Now, since my camera is broken and I am unfortunately unable to keep a photographer as my slave, I must rely on pictures from Google, so some are missing, and other are not quite what I have, as seen below:
My sunglasses are the ones on top. I rushed to your general aid with bad Paint-skills. They're actually red, though, but otherwise, they're quite alike.
I bought them because they matched my red coat (H&M, 50 euros)
I cannot find a picture of it anywhere because H&M's website is the most idiot thing in the history of ever, but it's read, and tailored, and knee-lenght, and lined with red-white polkadot fabric on the inside. So yeah. Awesome.
I am still on a quest for summer shoes, since I normally just wear my combat boots (I have done so for the three previous summers) and I'm getting kind of sick of it.
So I need shoes with a heel that I can walk on, and that match most of my clothes.
And the current shoe fasion trends all kind of suck.
Woe is me. Woe indeed.
I feel rather distracted today, so I'll quit while I'm ahead and just leave you with this:
