unpacking is annoying when you don’t have any furniture with which to put things away. so i just played with my toys and now J’s taking me for my first ever sonic trip.
apparently, it’s not possible to convey this chatty fatty adequately through instagram. so you’ll just have to trust me that this guy is large and in charge. another day, another cat.
last night we brought up one box from the trunk to the new apartment. turns out there wasn’t anything ‘useful’ in it, but the contents made me smile all the same. still a long road ahead, but this feels good.
SOON
tonight when i pick J up from work we’re going to get the keys for the new place, and i’m going to measure for furniture. then hopefully tomorrow we can get utilities turned on. we’ll still have to paint & wait for furniture to arrive, but the previous tenants left their a/cs (score!) and we have an airbed we can borrow if need be. and i will sleep on the floor of an empty cold apartment and be totally blissed out over it.
because…staying at places that have animals has really started to suck balls. i know you all love your pets and i love them too. really, i do. but we’re ready to not have scratchy throats and watery eyes, ready to snuggle into a couch that doesn’t smell like a dog bed owned by a dog who has never been washed, ready to not be covered in hair 24/7 that isn’t mine, ready to not have things shit on, barfed on and hairballed on and ready to never smell tuna again.
not being able to have pets has made me realize that for now, i’m kind of okay with that. i’ll stick to aquariums. i’m sure to some of you this makes me a horrible person, but seriously…i can’t take it anymore. i know from experience that it’s different when they’re your animals, but i’m ready to not feel gross.
