Monday, July 28, 2003
Moving. Blah. Again. In my early Gainesville years, I would move every 9-12 months. I lived in like fifteen places the first ten years I was here. Then I got to move into this great house that I just loved. I would drive by and say, 'I'd love to live in that house!' So I did. After living there by myself for a while, I spread out and made myself comfortable and decorated it nicely and just enjoyed the hell out of it. I had decided that being single was fun and groovy and liberating and I knew that this lil ole house was just perfect for just lil ole me and my thirteen thousand cats. We’d be happy there forever and kids would start to cross the street when walking by so that the Crazy Old Cat Lady wouldn’t eat them.
Then came Chris. And my whole life changed. For the better, of course.
As disappointed as I am to be leaving my faux fireplace (which is actually going with us and being transformed into a bookshelf) and the green striped wall and my secret garden, I’m just as excited to be joining the love of my life with our new abode’s hardwood floors and big ass sliding glass doors and party til you drop back porch. As we’ve boxed things up and moved furniture out and painted the striped wall, returning the house to the blank slate it was when I moved in, I’ve found that mostly what I loved about the house was that it was mine, and it looked like mine. So the Satellite of Love will look like mine and Chris’s in no time at all, and I’m sure I’ll love it just as much. And I’ll invite you all over for a party so that you can see how very me it can be.
Then came Chris. And my whole life changed. For the better, of course.
As disappointed as I am to be leaving my faux fireplace (which is actually going with us and being transformed into a bookshelf) and the green striped wall and my secret garden, I’m just as excited to be joining the love of my life with our new abode’s hardwood floors and big ass sliding glass doors and party til you drop back porch. As we’ve boxed things up and moved furniture out and painted the striped wall, returning the house to the blank slate it was when I moved in, I’ve found that mostly what I loved about the house was that it was mine, and it looked like mine. So the Satellite of Love will look like mine and Chris’s in no time at all, and I’m sure I’ll love it just as much. And I’ll invite you all over for a party so that you can see how very me it can be.
idyllicchick, 6:47 PM
