Apartment Transfer...

We have been in our apartment on Briar for almost a year. The apartment is ok. We back up to a different building and our view is the loading/trash area as well as the roof of a different building. Our neighbors directly across the hall have moved out. Actually they barely even moved in. They were never there and were using that apt as a second home for when they were here for work...which seemed like never. That apt is basically spotless. We took a look at it and for the most part it is mostly like ours with a few exceptions. The bathroom is smaller but has more room if that makes any sense. There is a large walk-in closet in the bedroom and a nice sized coat closet in the hallway. There is also a small niche in the living room that I am guessing used to be a closet but it works out perfectly for our liquor area! The kitchen basically is the same but with a nicer fridge and there is a narrow but deep pantry that I got all excited about. The view is also better as we will be over looking the building garden/court yard that is never used. The apt seems to have a nicer flow and lots more sunlight. We are also not backed up to another building as well. So we are going to take it and move in at some point next week. Should not take hardly any time at all to get moved across the hall!

It is time to go...

I have lived in downtown Dallas for almost 6 years. I am considered somewhat of a "pioneer" being here that long. I really have loved living here but life brings changes and we have decided to leave downtown. When Ron and I moved in together in February I transferred into a much larger loft because two people in 600 square feet was not that appealing to me. We have been very happy living in the new loft but we decided that, as a couple, perhaps downtown was not for us. We talked about renting or buying a house but decided that we were not really ready for that just yet. We did not even consider another place downtown or even uptown because the rent is getting ridiculous and the homeless issue is getting worse. We are sick and tired of stepping over the homeless and right into dog shit. We are also wanting to save money and with paying high parking rates, high rent, my DART pass, and other expenses and issues incurred living downtown we figured that this was more money than we really wanted to spend and getting to be way to much trouble than it is worth.

Finding a new place was easy. I have become incredibly spoiled to high-rise living and it just so happens that there is a 16 story building across the street from my office (literally, across the street). I looked there a long time ago and loved it but decided that I wanted to live downtown. Well, now I am ending up back there. Ron and I went over to look and he really liked it as well. Our lease is up in January so we still have a little time left here. This move will probably be a big adjustment for me but I am certainly looking forward to it.

Our future new home:

Hitting the sheets...

Last night I was far to engrossed in watching Lord of the Rings: Return of the King. So Ron said he would put the sheets on the bed. After the movie was over I went into the bedroom and saw that the bed looked great! It was fully made with decorative pillows in place. Just like I like it! So then I go to pull the sheets back and was surprised at how tight they were. I had to yank to pull them down. Sometimes I am reminded that Ron was indeed in the military. Any drill sergeant would have been envious. They teach you to make a bed where you can bounce a quarter on. Well, you could have bounced a person on these. They were so tight that when I got into bed I felt like I was strapped down like that kid in Mommie Dearest.

Pink Eye...

My poor beloved has a raging case of pink eye. I feel so sorry for him because he is in pain and miserable. He even got an eye patch and looks like a pirate! Due to his prolonged conjunctivitis his eye is the color of blood and is so swollen. Every time he blinks or basically moves his body his head pounds. When looking at him I ask myself, “I wonder when he had his Borg implants removed?” He is getting better. I threatened to kill him in his sleep if I got pink eye. I am headed to the beach (sans RonStar unfortunately) in a few short weeks and if I get pink eye I am just gonna open fire. Really though, it isn’t his fault. I think that he caught the bug when we went to the Choctaw Casino. But how seriously cool would it be if all of a sudden some Borg nano thingie popped out of his eye!

Ron the strong arm...

No question about it, Ron is a big strong man. I fear not when I am with him. His commanding presence is felt by all. I am worried though that he will eventually break everything we own. At times it seems that he does not know his own strength. My gentle nudge does nothing. His gental nudge sends me on a collision coarse with the wall. There is also likely to be an antique of some sort in my way as I desend. Why, just the other morning his alarm goes off at 5:30 am.
His push of the snooze button sends the alarm sailing off the night stand waking the neighbors both next door and under us and me.

Relationshipy…

Yesterday Ron informed me that we had received our first “relationshipy” mail. I could not figure out what in the hell it could be. When I got home I discovered that it was our new visa cards for our joint checking account. There it was-a solidification of reality. The small blue card with lots of numbers and my name. You see, I have done a nice little budget for us that will allow both of us to pay our bills and save more money than what we were doing. So we went over to Chase and opened a joint account from which we will pay or “relationshipy” bills (rent, car, utilities, etc). We sleep in the same bed, we eat off each others plates, we do “relationshipy” adult things and now a certain percentage of each income is our income. I guess I have officially grown up and no remnants of bachelorhood (except Ms. Kitty) remain. Not that I am complaining about it, quite the contrary!!

The Established Bachelor No More...

Well Hell has officially frozen over. For those of you who know me well you know that I like living alone. I like having my privacy and my own space. It is time to grow up. Ron and I have decided that it would be a good idea to move in together. After almost a year of dating I felt it was the next logical step. In the past I would have been incredibly reluctant but not now and not with Ron. It just seems right. His lease is up at the end of March. We have placed a hold on a much larger loft in my building with a March 1st move in. That gives him a month to move his stuff in. I am not nervous really. That night after we decided to do this I could not sleep but now I am just fine and excited. After all this time of waiting and dating and all that crap, I finally found the right person. I know that living together will be challenging and hopefully we will not kill each otherJ This is why we got a loft with a separate bedroom! We are going to repaint the apartment since the building did a shitty job of repainting it. We have about 6 huge windows and 2 sets of French doors that open up to a Juliet balcony in the bedroom. We also have a 180 degree view since the apartment is located on a corner end of the building. The only problem is the closet, or really the lack thereof. We will have to get a closet system from Ikea. I am also gonna have to replace Ron’s plastic hangers with wooden hangers so that there is good closet karma all around! We are going to turn the cubby hole they call a cloest into a pantry/linen closet which will be perfect!!!! Overall we are excited and ready to move.