synapticjava: (yippee!)
( May. 2nd, 2007 05:59 pm)
We got the townhouse.  We're going tomorrow to sign the lease and pick up the keys.  We have to wait till Fri to have the electricity turned on, but I think tomorrow/night we'll start moving stuff in.  It's maybe not the ideal location (I'm commuting 35 miles to work and 35 back) distance wise, but I do really like it.  It's even got this really cute little patio that we can get a little breakfast table set to put out there, and a grill.  Not that Frank's a morning person (hell, he's barely an afternoon person).  So hopefully, by the end of the weekend, we'll have everything moved in.  Then comes the horror of unpacking, and then looking for furniture to fill it - which will be a LONG, steady process.

You know, it's kind of weird, everything.  I'm amazed by how well everything seems to be going, despite all of the little problems that have come up.  But I can't remember being this happy before.
synapticjava: (sweet)
( Apr. 15th, 2007 06:09 pm)
I just told my parents the whole shebang. Moving to Indy, in with Frank, getting a promotion at OMax. My mom was so excited for me, so happy about the whole thing. Her exact words were "congratulations on the promotion, and congratulations to both of you, I'm so happy for you."

I can't even begin to explain what a huge deal withs is. I knew eventually she'd be okay with it, but I honestly didn't expect to have her support and her blessing. It just makes everything, which was great, even better.

Oh, that was the other news - not sure if I got a chance to post it - the transfer went through, afterall, and as it turns out, it's considered a promotion.

And also - we have a place. We're waiting to hear back about our applicaiton (credit is an issue - he has little, and I have horrible). But the place is gorgeous. 1100sq feet (we think that's just an estimate, because it's huge - at least 4x the size of my current apt, which is 400sq ft), two bedrooms, dining room, living room, huge kitchen. Clawfoot bathtub in the bathroom, fireplace, chandelier in the dining room. It's aboslutely gorgeous. And I'd only be paying one third of what I pay here in Chicago.

I really can't believe that this is all happening. Everything is going so well; it's all going so right. It's all just so encredibly amazing. I get to live with this man that I love, I get to move on from things I want to, I get to change my life for the better and finally feel like I'm moving somewhere instead of backwards or sideways. It's incredible. I never in a million years thought this would actually be happening, but it is. It really is.

It's so weird to see my apartment getting emptier and emptier every day. Every box I pack and every picture I take down makes me happier, but more and more nostalgic. It's an odd feeling seeing the floor pile up with boxes of my life. In less than two weeks, it's all going to be in another place. Everything is changing again, and it's getting better. Not that within Indy's borders lies a true Utopia, but there are so many good things there.

It's strange. I haven't had a truly bad day or felt like I couldn't do anything or even felt like anything in my life is wrong in a really long time. It's something I can get used to.
I'm being naughty and breaking the "no internet at work!" rule.  Shhhh.  Don't tell.

Is it just me or is time flying faster than ever?  It's already almost Easter.  When did that happen?

Chicago news: still hate it.  Although now that the move-date is coming faster, I'm starting to like it again in a "gosh, I'll miss my neighborhood hobo peeing on our dumpsters every morning," or "Oh, CTA, how I'll miss you always finding a way of making me 20min late for work on really important days," kinda way.  You know, sentamental things like that.  I also gave my resignation (finally) to iRi.  They were not pleased.  But, what can you do?  It's not like I really did all that much while I lived here.  Sheesh.

Indy news: Still waiting to hear back about my transfer status w/Omax.  Getting way nervous now.  I don't know if I have it in me to start looking for a job all over again in a strange place.  Frank and I are going apartment hunting this weekend while I'm there.  Looking for a two-bedroom, so we can have a game room/office area (between the two of us, we have 5 different game systems, and he wants to hook it all up into this massive entertainment thing.  I said: whatever.).  Between Indianapolis and Frankfort, probably, since we'll both have to commute.  And hopefully we'll be able to get a puppy:)

Move news: Yeah, see, I've never moved across state before, and it's a little bit odd thinking about things like declaring myself a citizen of a different state than which I was born and raised.  Having to get a new liscence.  Although, really, Indiana is just like Illinois, only there's no gigantuan city sucking up the state's population.  It's like Illinois Lite.  Also, I've never really "moved" except from college to home to college to my apt.  Which is not the same as moving from apt to apt in another place.  Not quite sure how this is going to work.  I've already started packing, though, and I went through and got rid of about half my wardrobe (is anyone else going WTF?) that I don't need, wear, or want anymore.  Frank helped - he was more than happy to.  He's a pretty minimal guy - a few t's, some jeans, and his work outfit and he's happy.  Um.  Me, not so much.

The worst/funniest/oddest part is that I still haven't told my parents.  Not that I'm seeing anyone, not that I'm moving, and definetely not that I'm moving in with my other in another state.  I don't think that conversation will go well.  It's just a theory.

Am I dreaming?  Am I asleep?

ETA: Oops, guess I typed too fast.  My parents do know that I'm seeing someone (Frank), but they don't know I'm moving to Indiana to be with him.  Sorry to give ya a heart attack, Vive ;)
synapticjava: (brianjustinhome)
( Apr. 1st, 2007 04:08 pm)
for today.  Geesh.  I forgot what it can be like out here in the middle of nowhere.  There's a storm blowing in, and I can smell it.  God, I love this.  I'm typing at Frank's computer, looking out his bedroom window and across the unplanted field behind his house - you can see for miles.  Every second that I'm here I fall more and more in love with it, settle a little more, and regret going back to the city.

I met Frank for lunch, and even something small and stupid like that was so incredibly nice.

I'm falling here.  Chicago's feels like it's a million miles away, a million years ago.  I can breathe.  All of those stupid petty little things that I think about constantly seem like they're just...gone.  After lunch, I said I was going to go wash my car and he asked if I was heading back home afterwards (referring to his house) and without thinking about it I said yeah.  Something so encredibly simple, but it means so much. 

Just for shits and giggles, I stopped by an open house for a new subdivision on the way back.  Just a cute little two bedroom with a nice big yard.  Did the tour and everything, and when I asked what payments/mortgage would be, they said it'd be what amounts to $200 less than what I'm paying for my studio in Chicago.  Which makes me 1. Ill, and 2. hopeful.  How awesome would it be if in less than a year, I owned a house (or more accurately, was paying a bank who owned my house)?  Things to think about that don't bring me down or feel impossible.

It's just...nice.
synapticjava: (walk like an egyptian)
( Apr. 1st, 2007 12:20 pm)
Frank just left for work, leaving me all alone in his mom's house with his wacky younger brother and his very-much teen-aged sister.  Apparently they think I'm "weird."  This coming from two teenagers who have WOW parties.  I'm slightly frightened.  I was also not amused, when we got home last night, to find that my bags had been riffled through and all my cookies had been eaten.  *glare*  It's totally odd to be with someone who has siblings, not to mention underage siblings.  New experience for me.   Ah well, I'm gonna leave in a bit and bum around town and job-hunt.

Yesterday was a lot of fun.  We got woken up by his friend, Jarred, who asked to kidnap me for the day while Frank worked.  I agreed, and we wound up laying carpet at his girlfriend's dad's house.  Me and Tom, the dad, totally hit it off.  We went through his house and he was showing me all the work he's put into it, and I was offering tips and suggestions (I guess my dad did rub off a little on me) on how to do stuff cheaper, better, easier.  And it turns out that I'm the only one out of the 6 of us there yesterday that had laid carpet before, so they put me in charge.  Me and Tom had a blast joking around, poking fun at the "kids" (two of the guys yesterday were only 18).  Everything was going great; I was having fun, settling in to some potential new friends, and then Jarred threw a curve ball at me.  We had to go out to his aunt's house to get a ladder, and on the way he tells me that he thinks I shouldn't come here, and that Frank's using me to get over his ex.  Um...WTF?  He told me this in confidence, so of course I turned around and called Frank about it - I don't play those games anymore.  Frank flipped out, someone overheard, and a couple hours later Jarred cornered me about it.  I forgot how small towns are.  It all got straightened out in the end.  But now I'm somewhat suspicious of him and his girlfriend (who, it turns out, are best friends with Troy - the ex).  It's not that big of a deal, because me and Frank talked about it and I know I don't have to worry about it.  I do think it's amusing, though, that Jarred was really jealous that me and Tom get along better than he and Tom do (but see...I'm not dating his daughter.).

Frank works late tonight, so I'm kinda stuck doing nothing, watching movies, jobhunting, whatnot for the day.  And now I'm off to wally world to pick up some Pepsi because the kids here drank all mine (*glare*).


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