Um…how much?

So, J talked to The Dude (formerly known as the landlord) and he said that all is fine. As soon as we’re in we can do a survey or make a list of all the things that we want done and he’ll then approve what he thinks isn’t too unnecessary or over the top. So I guess asking for new carpets in the bedrooms are out of the question huh? No worries, because the most important thing I want done is a paint job on the place and new light fittings. The rest I’ll be more than happy to take care of myself.

I was in a flat spin yesterday. I think I’m a little bipolar or something. Seriously. We would have gone over to The Dude’s office yesterday afternoon to sign the contract but the deposit (money for this, and that, and oh yes, this too!) he required was HUGE and we had some trouble getting the money together and I DID NOT want to ask my parents, and we couldn’t ask J’s parents because they also don’t have that kind of money lying around. So I did a meager transfer of what I could afford at the moment towards the deposit into J’s account and I burst into tears. I’m not quite sure why, I’ve been wanting to cry for the past few days now and I just haven’t had a reason so I thought handing over all my money to be a good one. I went to the bathroom and sobbed like I lost my best friend.

Then J got home and we started calculating and adding and dividing and now we have enough in his bank account for the deposit. We’re going over to The Dude’s office this afternoon to sign and pay. Being 21 and 22, tying to find a place to live sucks. Well, paying for it does anyway. Such is grown up life I suppose and nothing in life is for free…who woulda thought.

Anyway. After my cry I feel much better and I’m looking forward to the move. We had to tell the people we’re currently renting from that we’re going to move by the end of the month. They’re a married couple about my parents age and they really liked having us as tenants. We’re well behaved (apparently) considering our age (apparently) and they wish we could stay but understand that we can’t. I’m sad too because I doubt we’d get biltong when we pay our rent where we’re moving to. Okay, and I really liked them too. *sigh*

Just keep those toes, fingers and eyes crossed for us a little while longer please? Kthanks.

Also just a few random things that are happening besides the move:

• My dad is over 50 and isn’t on ANY medication, for anything like blood pressure and cholesterol, which is strange I know. He’s a smoker AND drinker. And he’s had a stomach ache since yesterday. I’m forcing him to go to the Dr for a check up, and a full physical. (When I say the word ‘Physical’ in my head I hear Mitch Hedburg say it. Ever watched his comedy special? Hilarious!)
• I haven’t shaved my legs in two days. I love cold weather!! = Jeans! Whoo-Hoo!
• Sammy, our doggie that has cancer is still alive and kicking. My heart aches when I just look at her.
• J and I am going to a braai (that’s a bbq to all you people that doesn’t know the wonder of a South African braai) tonight at M and C’s.

~ by sleepyjane on May 8, 2008.