Hi, flist. Long time no see! I have stuff to talk about! Not, uh, fannish stuff at the moment, but I'm thinking of restarting my biweekly fanmixes thing and probably also posting some themed polyfannish recs, because, recs. (I recently got into Homestuck, so currently I am uh, absorbing lots of angstilicious backstory fic and fun AUs, and also watching
thinkatory read Homestuck and seeing her head explode. It's pretty great.)
Anyway, I figured now was as good of a time as any to do a general life update.
So I'm moving next week. It's gonna be crazy. I'm just moving four blocks but I
cannot wait to get out of here, because, you guys, I live in Wrigleyville, and at this very moment my downstairs neighbors are starting Hour Fifteen of drinking green beer and partying. Some of their charming possibly-guests called me a cunt and a half when I refused to let them in because I didn't know them. Great, standup guys!
I was
incredibly psyched about the apartment I was going to move to. It's across the street from a grocery store, a block from the nearest public library branch, and it is a little further in terms of my commute, because I either walk or take the bus those four blocks. The lease started today, so my parents helped me take some basic stuff into the apartment and unpack it in case the move ended and all I wanted to do was take a shower, eat something, and crawl into bed before unpacking anything.
But when we got to the apartment I was like "but... this isn't the apartment I saw. What is this weird layout? I've never seen this apartment in my HOLY SHIT THIS LIVING ROOM IS HUGE. IS THIS THE KITCHEN? ?????
Wait there's another room. What... what is going on. This is not my beautiful house, etc."
I am not totally sure what happened, but I doublechecked the lease I signed and that unit I walked into today is definitely the unit for the lease I signed, which is apparently... not the unit I saw?
But this unit is
better. The kitchen is pretty large and there's a separate dining area. I had been planning to have a separate office, which doesn't seem to be doable, but the living room is huge so I'm really okay with that. It isn't that much bigger, but it is definitely bigger and the closets are also bigger. Narnia could fit in that closet and there'd still be room for at
least four homophobic politicians. I mean, I'd rather keep coats in it. But still.
So, that's super weird, right? That never happens. No one ever rents the wrong apartment and then walks in and it's
better. I am slightly terrified I've done something wrong and they'll take my apartment away from me and reprimand me for moving into the apartment I leased because the rent cannot be this low, wtf, and I'll have to pack up and move again and all that glorious new bookshelf space will be reduced very slightly. Which I guess is a silly thing to worry about, because the landlords and I have both signed a contract.
On the other hand, I knew something totally unexpected would happen with this move, and now it has, and I can relax because it was a Bank Error in My Favor, right?
Anyway, I am trying to like, forcibly relax (yeah that's totally a thing you can do) and finish packing stuff so I can move and then fill my apartment with kitchen islands and bookshelves.