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April 1st, dudes. Babe and I are getting our own place. Part of me is super excited, part of me is worried. On the one hand, I'm excited to be with him on our own and to start our lives together. On the other hand, now that it's a reality, I'm filled with worry. What if I don't find a job? We saved a good amount of money and he has a good job, but will it be enough? And during these crazy, scary ass times in the U.S., what if something big happens? My dad is very into politics and every day he tells me or has me read something new about this effed up country and I can't help but feel anxious and worried. The stuff he tells me makes me feel like I've been punched in the stomach and sometimes I can't handle it. How am I supposed to live my life and go on about my business while the world is crumbling around us? I prayed that if this situation was going to be okay, that we would get this apartment so I'm just holding onto my faith that we will be okay. Everything is gloom and doom though, so I don't know...
Anyway, that's not what this post was supposed to be about. So. Moving. Yes.
My fiance's brother is giving us a sofa, so that's one less piece of furniture we have to buy which is awesome. It's not really my style, but who am I to turn down free furniture? I also remembered my mom has 4 matching chairs that we don't use, so I'm going to spruce them up with some Rustoleum and new fabric. These also aren't my style, but once again free is free. We still need a table and some other stuff. And now that we don't have to buy a couch, babe is contemplating buying a queen sized bed rather than the full I already have. A bigger bed would be great but that means buying the mattress, a platform, and new bedding. I'm not sure if I'm for it. We've also pretty much settled on just taking one of my dressers. I think we'd be better off with the two but we'll just have to make it work.
So there we have it. I'm moving.Oh boy. Aw yeah.
April 1st, dudes. Babe and I are getting our own place. Part of me is super excited, part of me is worried. On the one hand, I'm excited to be with him on our own and to start our lives together. On the other hand, now that it's a reality, I'm filled with worry. What if I don't find a job? We saved a good amount of money and he has a good job, but will it be enough? And during these crazy, scary ass times in the U.S., what if something big happens? My dad is very into politics and every day he tells me or has me read something new about this effed up country and I can't help but feel anxious and worried. The stuff he tells me makes me feel like I've been punched in the stomach and sometimes I can't handle it. How am I supposed to live my life and go on about my business while the world is crumbling around us? I prayed that if this situation was going to be okay, that we would get this apartment so I'm just holding onto my faith that we will be okay. Everything is gloom and doom though, so I don't know...
Anyway, that's not what this post was supposed to be about. So. Moving. Yes.
My fiance's brother is giving us a sofa, so that's one less piece of furniture we have to buy which is awesome. It's not really my style, but who am I to turn down free furniture? I also remembered my mom has 4 matching chairs that we don't use, so I'm going to spruce them up with some Rustoleum and new fabric. These also aren't my style, but once again free is free. We still need a table and some other stuff. And now that we don't have to buy a couch, babe is contemplating buying a queen sized bed rather than the full I already have. A bigger bed would be great but that means buying the mattress, a platform, and new bedding. I'm not sure if I'm for it. We've also pretty much settled on just taking one of my dressers. I think we'd be better off with the two but we'll just have to make it work.
So there we have it. I'm moving.
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