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beansideYesterday was a very scattered day. I was busy at work, but I kept getting calls from the vet and the apartments that necessitated breaks.
Poor Yoda had a completely cracked toenail, all the way up to the quick and was crooked. The doctor didn't feel like it would heal without intervention, so they removed it completely, and a new one will grow back. Poor Bud is still a little woofled from the sedation and drugs. He's tired, but seems to be doing well and not in much pain. When we went to pick him up, the tech gushed about how they all love him and he's so sweet and he seemed to love them all. And I'm like, this asshole?
The other bit of busy was the apartment. First, they neeeded more documentation. Then they needed more documentation. Lastly, they needed still more documentation. And then, we were done. And as I finished a call, I got an email: Approved! We have a place to live, starting December 31st. It's not going to be cheap, but $1766 + $50 for the pets. We signed the leases and once the property manager signs his portion, we'll pay the security deposit and be good to go. We have a new home, and a date for the beginning of the new chapter. We're planning to move in on 1/3, with the new furniture deliveries coming beginning as soon as we're able to get in the unit.
It's not one of the renovated units, which is fine. It's a trade off from bigger closets vs having a washer and drier in the unit. Which is good, I like bigger closets. By the end of the day today, we should be moving over to the resident portal. It's exciting, but also terrifying.
We couldn't turn this one down. It's a gorgeous apartment, and the price is right. We all liked it, and agreed that we could see ourselves living there. But I'm terrified. This is a place I hunted down. And if it turns out that it's not good for us, I'll feel responsible. Which is ridiculous, but I was raised to be responsible for everyone else's feelings.
And at the same time, when there's something new, I'm usually the one who takes the impetuous to get new things, services, etc. I deal with the phones, the internet and previously all of dad's suppliers. But the legacy of my mother says that it's my fault when something goes wrong that's even tangentially related to me. I'm trying not to think that way, but it runs deep.
So, I didn't sleep very well last night. I finally dozed off around 1, and was up and down a bit.
My unicorn Minnie ears came yesterday. They were my little present to me for my "unicorn" review.
And now, I shall go forth and get ready to do some work, in a hopefully less scattered manner than yesterday. Everyone have a wonderful Tuesday!
Poor Yoda had a completely cracked toenail, all the way up to the quick and was crooked. The doctor didn't feel like it would heal without intervention, so they removed it completely, and a new one will grow back. Poor Bud is still a little woofled from the sedation and drugs. He's tired, but seems to be doing well and not in much pain. When we went to pick him up, the tech gushed about how they all love him and he's so sweet and he seemed to love them all. And I'm like, this asshole?
The other bit of busy was the apartment. First, they neeeded more documentation. Then they needed more documentation. Lastly, they needed still more documentation. And then, we were done. And as I finished a call, I got an email: Approved! We have a place to live, starting December 31st. It's not going to be cheap, but $1766 + $50 for the pets. We signed the leases and once the property manager signs his portion, we'll pay the security deposit and be good to go. We have a new home, and a date for the beginning of the new chapter. We're planning to move in on 1/3, with the new furniture deliveries coming beginning as soon as we're able to get in the unit.
It's not one of the renovated units, which is fine. It's a trade off from bigger closets vs having a washer and drier in the unit. Which is good, I like bigger closets. By the end of the day today, we should be moving over to the resident portal. It's exciting, but also terrifying.
We couldn't turn this one down. It's a gorgeous apartment, and the price is right. We all liked it, and agreed that we could see ourselves living there. But I'm terrified. This is a place I hunted down. And if it turns out that it's not good for us, I'll feel responsible. Which is ridiculous, but I was raised to be responsible for everyone else's feelings.
And at the same time, when there's something new, I'm usually the one who takes the impetuous to get new things, services, etc. I deal with the phones, the internet and previously all of dad's suppliers. But the legacy of my mother says that it's my fault when something goes wrong that's even tangentially related to me. I'm trying not to think that way, but it runs deep.
So, I didn't sleep very well last night. I finally dozed off around 1, and was up and down a bit.
My unicorn Minnie ears came yesterday. They were my little present to me for my "unicorn" review.
And now, I shall go forth and get ready to do some work, in a hopefully less scattered manner than yesterday. Everyone have a wonderful Tuesday!
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Date: 2024-09-17 02:17 pm (UTC)I love your unicorn Minnie ears! too cute, and totally appropriate