Wednesday, March 7, 2012
21
Also just realized that since I last posted I celebrated my 21st birthday. Nothing crazy, just bought wine at World Market. Ha, buying my own $7.99 bottle of wine was so rewarding.
Slowly Moving on to Bigger and Better Things
The boyfriend was supposed to close on a townhouse this week but it has been pushed to next week. Not surprising since we've only been waiting since November for all this crap to come to an end.
My patience is running very thin these days and it's been taking a toll on our relationship. I can only hope everything will settle once we move into the new place.
My car has become a dumping ground for things that will be going into the new place and its making me feel like a complete hoarder. I can hardly sleep at night because all I can do is think about how organized the new place will be. Everything will have a place and no clutter! Most of all I can't wait to have a closet again, I haven't had a full wardrobe since the summer. Thankfully we have a mild winter because all my winter is still packed away.
All we want is to be able to sit in our living room and watch TV without the noise of his mom and sister.
Tuesday, January 3, 2012
Airline Rant
Long story short - I grew up in Maine (at the very tip top, essentially Canada). Boy meets girl, girl and boy fall in love. Boy lives in Florida. Girl jumps at the chance to live in warmth. The story of DAS and I <3
Anyway, this move for DAS and to go to college has made my life a living hell when it comes to going home. The nearest airport to my parent's house is 1 hour and 15 minutes away. Catch is that the planes are teeny tiny planes that scare the pants off me. That makes the next nearest airport that I'm comfortable with the planes nearly 4 hours from the house. That means a whole day flying (Jax - layover - Bangor) usually a 3 hour flight, 2 hour layover, and 2 hour flight. Then 4 hours in the car to the house. Repeat the opposite way to go back to Jax.
I've done the dreaded holiday layovers, flights canceled from weather, delayed flights, and endless hours killing time in random airports. I'm not a spoiled brat that flies first class, as long as I get a window seat I'm fine. Disinfect window area, turn on ipod, large sunglasses, and lean on window and pretend to sleep so I get left alone.
I have however become very picky about where my layovers are. Here's my rankings.
1. Philly - only hate Philly when it's Sunday and Chick-fil-a is closed. They have a GAP and Body Shop. Free wi-fi for students. Great people watching. Always pro athletes around.
2. Baltimore - Comfy seating with outlets, great for long layovers as long as you have movies on your laptop.
3. Atlanta - Best people watching and I like riding the train.
4. JFK - Great people watching, and celebrity sightings.
6. Detroit - Best if you want to walk around on your layover. Not many great places to eat.
7. Charlotte - Nothing to eat, boring.
Ironically I've never been outside the airport in any of these cities besides Atlanta. So the airports do not reflect how I feel about the cities themselves. Charlotte is actually the one I want to visit the most.
All this started because I was looking at flights to Maine for June. Little Brother is graduating HS! DAS is coming with me. This will be our first trip together by plane, I'm terribly excited!
Anyway, this move for DAS and to go to college has made my life a living hell when it comes to going home. The nearest airport to my parent's house is 1 hour and 15 minutes away. Catch is that the planes are teeny tiny planes that scare the pants off me. That makes the next nearest airport that I'm comfortable with the planes nearly 4 hours from the house. That means a whole day flying (Jax - layover - Bangor) usually a 3 hour flight, 2 hour layover, and 2 hour flight. Then 4 hours in the car to the house. Repeat the opposite way to go back to Jax.
I've done the dreaded holiday layovers, flights canceled from weather, delayed flights, and endless hours killing time in random airports. I'm not a spoiled brat that flies first class, as long as I get a window seat I'm fine. Disinfect window area, turn on ipod, large sunglasses, and lean on window and pretend to sleep so I get left alone.
I have however become very picky about where my layovers are. Here's my rankings.
1. Philly - only hate Philly when it's Sunday and Chick-fil-a is closed. They have a GAP and Body Shop. Free wi-fi for students. Great people watching. Always pro athletes around.
2. Baltimore - Comfy seating with outlets, great for long layovers as long as you have movies on your laptop.
3. Atlanta - Best people watching and I like riding the train.
4. JFK - Great people watching, and celebrity sightings.
6. Detroit - Best if you want to walk around on your layover. Not many great places to eat.
7. Charlotte - Nothing to eat, boring.
Ironically I've never been outside the airport in any of these cities besides Atlanta. So the airports do not reflect how I feel about the cities themselves. Charlotte is actually the one I want to visit the most.
All this started because I was looking at flights to Maine for June. Little Brother is graduating HS! DAS is coming with me. This will be our first trip together by plane, I'm terribly excited!
Tuesday, December 27, 2011
Purpose
To be honest I don't care if anyone reads this. If someone reads it that's great and I would be flattered, if not it won't hurt me. I just really have exhausted everyone around me with my current frustrations and just need somewhere new to vent.
Let me explain my current circumstance. I'm a junior at a small university with only three more semesters to go. I've been with my boyfriend, DAS, for three years. For my first two years of college I had to live in the dorms, it's a requirement to get to know other students. I did my time and for anyone who has lived in a dorm you know how brutal it can be. My boyfriend and I decided to live together. I've heard it all, no criticism about our situation can hurt me. We are 20 and 22 and not married, sue us for rather living together instead of with friends who party all night. My boyfriend tried living with a friend of his which turned out to be a complete disaster. For the past year and a half he's been on the hunt for a condo or townhouse.
Of course being a woman I felt the need to have some say in what he would be making a life changing purchase of. So we began the house hunt. Which was terrible and left us hopeless. We saw dirty, destroyed, and sketchy properties. After weeks of looking we finally found a decent condo. It was the perfect size, location, great kitchen, and in a great school district (perfect for resale). DAS made an offer and the waiting game began. Short sales we learned are not so "short." After 8 months of waiting the bank turned down the offer and raised the asking price.
Then my boyfriend's mom got the genius idea we should look at foreclosed homes. Worst idea EVER. So after weeks of looking again we saw our dream starter home. A townhouse, perfect location, 2 stories, and move-in ready. The catch..short sale. So DAS made an offer, that was 5 months ago. Still waiting.
That leads me to the circumstance...since February my boyfriend has been living in his mom's dining room. I moved in in August. Amenities include french doors with waxed paper curtains, no closet, and 2 outlets. To top it off we have become live in babysitter to a 15-year-old and I've become chef to the whole house because good ole' mom doesn't cook. I'll leave it at that for tonight but the tales are just beginning.
Let me explain my current circumstance. I'm a junior at a small university with only three more semesters to go. I've been with my boyfriend, DAS, for three years. For my first two years of college I had to live in the dorms, it's a requirement to get to know other students. I did my time and for anyone who has lived in a dorm you know how brutal it can be. My boyfriend and I decided to live together. I've heard it all, no criticism about our situation can hurt me. We are 20 and 22 and not married, sue us for rather living together instead of with friends who party all night. My boyfriend tried living with a friend of his which turned out to be a complete disaster. For the past year and a half he's been on the hunt for a condo or townhouse.
Of course being a woman I felt the need to have some say in what he would be making a life changing purchase of. So we began the house hunt. Which was terrible and left us hopeless. We saw dirty, destroyed, and sketchy properties. After weeks of looking we finally found a decent condo. It was the perfect size, location, great kitchen, and in a great school district (perfect for resale). DAS made an offer and the waiting game began. Short sales we learned are not so "short." After 8 months of waiting the bank turned down the offer and raised the asking price.
Then my boyfriend's mom got the genius idea we should look at foreclosed homes. Worst idea EVER. So after weeks of looking again we saw our dream starter home. A townhouse, perfect location, 2 stories, and move-in ready. The catch..short sale. So DAS made an offer, that was 5 months ago. Still waiting.
That leads me to the circumstance...since February my boyfriend has been living in his mom's dining room. I moved in in August. Amenities include french doors with waxed paper curtains, no closet, and 2 outlets. To top it off we have become live in babysitter to a 15-year-old and I've become chef to the whole house because good ole' mom doesn't cook. I'll leave it at that for tonight but the tales are just beginning.
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