Well I'm all moved into my new place. The movers were a god-send since it was already humid as hell at 8 am. They grabbed my stuff and had it delivered in under an hour. It was great. The one thing I realized going up and down the stairs in my new place is that I'm going to have really good legs. The stairs is a lot steeper than what I'm use to. It's nice to have everything in the room belong to me and be quality. The bedspread that the Comic picked out for me looks rich. The wrought iron headboard on the bed is a very nice touch. We decorated to keep a theme in each area. I'll take pictures tonight to show you. The cherry on the top of the cake is that the new bed is really comfortable.
I'm still getting use to everything in the new place. I've been told to expect a few golf balls to hit the house since we're right on the course. It does make for nice scenery. It's going to take some time to get use to not having a fan in the bathroom. I'm not liking getting out of the shower to everything being steamed up.
My new landlord will now be called Winegirl and my housemate the Dude. I grabbed dinner with them all last night and 2 of Winegirl's friends. It was very nice. We ate outside on the enclosed patio. With the sun just going down it was nice out there.
The Dude is 27 and very typical of his age. His room looks like a college dorm room. Nice guy and I've been informed that he's rarely there which I like. Winegirl is a people pleaser and a nice person. So I'm happy on all angles with my new digs.
The Comic and I had a discussion on the differences between boys and girls which was funny.
Comic: You know you can get sectional storage units for your shoes.
Me: Honey I only have two pairs of shoes that I use. The other three I just store.
Me: I have my work shoes. My sneakers stay in the car for gym. My dress shoes, dance shoes, and black sneakers just collect dust at the bottom of my closet.
Comic: well okay then.
These things when the happen just crack me up. Most of the time its more of a memory issue for the Comic who has had many surgeries to repair her shoulder. All the anaesthesia has damaged her short term memory. So she forgets that I can't eat cheese or am color blind and then asks me on them. You have to be there to enjoy it as much as I do.
It's nice to have everything coming together after the last few weeks. I can start concentrating on getting my life back in order.