Sock It to Me

All my free time right now is just couch-rotting and HOUSING, so even my calls with my dad are just 10-minute "You got nothing? I got nothing too" check-ins. Last weekend, I thought I found The Place (after having broken my own heart with not being able to afford my first-love unit); then their realtor broke the news that not only did the building not allow dogs, but they'd accidentally listed it for $30K under the real asking price, which was: a shock!!! After sulking for a few days, because it really would have been EVERYTHING, location-wise, it was back in the saddle.

Today, we went to three different places, and the last one was The One. I'd fallen in love with the listing, but seeing it in person just felt so so so so right. Now, of course, there are multiple offers, and my realtor and I are trying to put together a good pitch but I'm going to be paying more than I hoped I would, BUT. Realtor thinks we'll get it, and I would like to know where I'm living in April. It's smaller than my current place but laid out really, really well. The light is astonishing, the kitchen is fantastic AND there's an excellent back porch. I want it to work out real bad!! The wise thing would be to Start Purging Now, but I do feel, on a larger level, that I've been in ADHD waiting mode for my whole life since December. That is hard to dig out of at the best of times.

Other news is sparse. My arm is doing really well in OT; physical therapists are just the nicest people in the whole world, and I'm also dead set on getting myself a magnetic dart board once I'm in the new place. Can This Love Be Translated? is so much better than it should be — a completely delightful love triangle between two people who don't speak each other's language and their interpreter. It is honestly also a lot like watching my character bleed fic come to life, and I'm dying (positive!!!) over that a lot.

Even though we're doing a ton of election/primary coverage, I really really love my job and my coworkers. I just love them. What a good crew. That's a huge relief.

I am so excited about what my life is going to be once I get the psychic weight of this condo eventuality in order. I keep thinking about the spaces I want to have in my home and what they'll enable, and I want to invite people over for parties all the freaking time. We'll get there! It'll happen! I just wish I knew what it will look like. Waiting, especially for things that are ultimately out of your control: It's terrible!