Okay. Deep breath. That wasn’t so bad.
Actually, her face WAS a little horrified a couple of times. There was a point at which, and I swear this is true, I considered sweeping all my papers off her desk and into my arms, and running away as fast as is possible with shin splints. Throwing over my shoulder as I left, “Psyche! I didn’t want to buy a condo anyway!” Or better yet, yelling it out the car window as I sped away.
But I didn’t. I stuck it out. And it got better as we went along. She realized that my insanely high student debt was from a school that just charges a damn lot, and she saw that my credit card bills, while high, aren’t totally crazy. I’ve got money, stuck though it is, in a state 401K and deferred compensation. Give me about six weeks or so, and I’ll be poking around Oakland for a cheap little condo. And I do mean cheap, and I do mean little. With our market, we’re talking easy $225,000 for a 500 square foot place. And I would have to leave my new sweet wonderful huge apartment and garden (thank god I left everything in pots). Ack. That would break my heart. But only a little piece of my heart would chip off, and a whole ‘nother part of it would grow, because it would be MINE. Mine and the cats’, that is.
Oooh. Orange walls. Hmmm.
It’s all up in the air. I’m finding myself to be in a fabulous place, actually, because if I buy a little place, I’m thrilled. If I can’t, I love my present home. It’s all good.
(whispered…. i really want my own own place, though….)
On another note, Very Big News. Astounding phenomenal news.
The Koigu has landed from the WonderBoys. Remember the *more Cr0marty I was making? This gal?
And then I ran out of yarn because I’m a dumbass when it comes to calculating my crazy yardage, and this is what I got from the next dyelot?
Welp, Rob is magic (but you knew that) and he had the Koigu divas dye this just for me. (Truthfully, this is the original Koigu photo, from back in February, but no one would ever know. It’s the darn same.)
I have to sleep with my Koigu again.
AND, it’s flying to San Diego this weekend. So am I, for that matter. I have a date with the Indigo Girls at Humphrey’s on Sunday night. Well, this time I’m not actually going to get to hang out with Amy, like last time (sigh….) but I’ll be dancing in the early evening sun next to the ocean and singing along. You dance and sing, too, okay? I’ll be back Tuesday, brown and happy.
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