I know, yesterday I said there were 5 days left, but I was operating on false intel. Apparently, Monday works for my dad, so I shall be moving in on the day of the moon, the third day of the eighth month of the year 2009. In case you can't tell, I'm excited.
Dad and I are going to a Barnstormers game tonight, the last night before mom returns from her trip to the west side of the state. It's the first Barnstormers home playoff game in nine years--the last one was before the AFL team moved to NY and became the Dragons, now we have an AFL2 team. I was at that last home playoff game, the only Barnstormers game I've ever been to that ended in a loss for them. Sadly, I cannot seem to find my Barnstormers cowbell, so I may have to attend the game without it. I'll have to keep looking. It must be packed away somewhere.
31 July 2009
30 July 2009
5 days
Just 5 days until I move back to Ames. I'll have my own apartment--the last spot in the building. I'm looking forward to seeing all of my friends again. My lease actually starts on the Monday, but that is a bad day for my dad, so I won't be physically moving up until Tuesday. I'm excited to be out on my own and having a kitchen where the gas doesn't get turned on by an insane cat who likes to be up on the stove, and who won't notice if the burner is lit, even if his tail is wrapped around it.
28 July 2009
Watch out, Ames
I've been looking for an apartment since the ugliness with my mom (posted earlier in the blog) and it hadn't been going well. That is, until yesterday. Yesterday, my dad lent me an ApartmentFinder.com magazine. I used it to find PPM (Professional Property Management) and I applied online.
After applying, I went outside to mow the lawn. With the mower we have--cordless electric--you can only mow the lawn for half an hour--45 minutes if the lawn is already fairly short--and when I came in to plug the mower back in to charge it, my cell phone rang. It was PPM, asking about my application. After a while of talking, they told me that since I hadn't rented before, I could either pay 1.5 times the deposit, or get a co-signer. And oh, by the way, we're having a special on the deposit in that building right now--$200 instead of $410--so you'd only have to pay $300. I didn't realize it then, but that was God's way of saying "Get going. I will only hold a spot here for you for so long."
I sent off my application fee and deposit--which they required before I could get one of the apartments remaining--yesterday, so they should call me back later today or tomorrow. There are 3 spots remaining in the building so I'm praying that I get one.
If I get one of the spots, it'll just be an efficiency--no bedroom, just a murphy bed. The building I'm hoping to get a spot in is just across the street from Lake LaVerne, so I'll be close to two major CyRide routes......oh, and my friends, I guess. Now all that's left is finding a job.
After applying, I went outside to mow the lawn. With the mower we have--cordless electric--you can only mow the lawn for half an hour--45 minutes if the lawn is already fairly short--and when I came in to plug the mower back in to charge it, my cell phone rang. It was PPM, asking about my application. After a while of talking, they told me that since I hadn't rented before, I could either pay 1.5 times the deposit, or get a co-signer. And oh, by the way, we're having a special on the deposit in that building right now--$200 instead of $410--so you'd only have to pay $300. I didn't realize it then, but that was God's way of saying "Get going. I will only hold a spot here for you for so long."
I sent off my application fee and deposit--which they required before I could get one of the apartments remaining--yesterday, so they should call me back later today or tomorrow. There are 3 spots remaining in the building so I'm praying that I get one.
If I get one of the spots, it'll just be an efficiency--no bedroom, just a murphy bed. The building I'm hoping to get a spot in is just across the street from Lake LaVerne, so I'll be close to two major CyRide routes......oh, and my friends, I guess. Now all that's left is finding a job.
24 July 2009
Sleeping is hard
I had real trouble sleeping last night. I was too upset. Even my favorite baseball team getting a perfect game from their ace pitcher and pulling even in their division couldn't help me sleep--and yes, I'm a White Sox fan. Wanna fight about it?
Anyway, here's why I was--and still am--upset. My mom is currently out of town for work--nothing unusual there--and around 7 last night, the phone rang here. Since people that want to call me call my cell, my dad was the one that answered it. He talked for a while, making notes on the little pad he keeps in his pocket. After he hung up, I asked what it was about, and he told me that mom was going to be out of town for the rest of next week instead of coming back on Tuesday. I thought there had to be more to it, but I didn't press him. Instead, I announced my plans to find an apartment and move out. He didn't seem to happy about it, telling me that it would be expensive.
Shortly after that, I went to lie down in my room because it's too hot in that living room unless you're sitting where my dad sits. After a couple minutes, my cell phone rang. I picked up, saw that it was my mom, and said hello. She asked if dad had told me what the call she had just made to him was about, and I said "just that you'll be later getting home than you thought before." She told me that she had filed for divorce, and went through the usual "it's not your fault" thing. She hung up, and I started to cry. I realized that my timing on the apartment news was bad, and I started to see the family dynamic differently than I had before. I had always seen my dad as the buffer that kept my mom and me from killing each other, but now I'm starting to see that I was the one that kept them from fighting. I don't see myself at fault for the divorce, just as the reason they stayed together this long--and that's why I couldn't sleep last night.
I should say that I did actually get some sleep, but not much. I fell asleep about 1, but was awakened by one of the cats yowling in the kitchen at 2 in the morning. I couldn't get back to sleep until about 4, and then slept straight through until 8.
Anyway, here's why I was--and still am--upset. My mom is currently out of town for work--nothing unusual there--and around 7 last night, the phone rang here. Since people that want to call me call my cell, my dad was the one that answered it. He talked for a while, making notes on the little pad he keeps in his pocket. After he hung up, I asked what it was about, and he told me that mom was going to be out of town for the rest of next week instead of coming back on Tuesday. I thought there had to be more to it, but I didn't press him. Instead, I announced my plans to find an apartment and move out. He didn't seem to happy about it, telling me that it would be expensive.
Shortly after that, I went to lie down in my room because it's too hot in that living room unless you're sitting where my dad sits. After a couple minutes, my cell phone rang. I picked up, saw that it was my mom, and said hello. She asked if dad had told me what the call she had just made to him was about, and I said "just that you'll be later getting home than you thought before." She told me that she had filed for divorce, and went through the usual "it's not your fault" thing. She hung up, and I started to cry. I realized that my timing on the apartment news was bad, and I started to see the family dynamic differently than I had before. I had always seen my dad as the buffer that kept my mom and me from killing each other, but now I'm starting to see that I was the one that kept them from fighting. I don't see myself at fault for the divorce, just as the reason they stayed together this long--and that's why I couldn't sleep last night.
I should say that I did actually get some sleep, but not much. I fell asleep about 1, but was awakened by one of the cats yowling in the kitchen at 2 in the morning. I couldn't get back to sleep until about 4, and then slept straight through until 8.
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