kittydesade | (no subject)

-Все в порядке, -быстро ответила она. -Не болнуйся. Лучше скажи, как у тебя дела?
Несколько секунд я размышлял. Пьянок не устраивал, женщин в дом не водил, мусором не зарос, даже посуду мою...
А потом до меня дошло.

"Everything's fine," she replied quickly. "Don't worry. Why don't you tell me how you've been getting on?"
I thought for a few seconds. I hadn't held any drinking parties, I hadn't brought any women back home, I wasn't drowning in garbage, I'd even been washing the dishes.
And then I realized.

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I'm going to strangle my boyfriend, don't mind me.

But, yes. We've again reached a point where I'm pretty much sitting and waiting for things to come back, which I think is the final point of sitting and waiting for things to come back. And then when things come back we'll have a final close date and we can be done with this goddamn enterprise. I won't know what to do with myself when the house is finally bought. Well, no. I know what I'll have to do. Pack. But after we've moved in. I won't know what to do with myself.

Well, no, I know what I should be doing with myself. Getting back into routines. And, you know, it's funny. Now that it's finally getting to the point where this all might come out all right, I'm actually feeling a bit terrified of moving. And getting into the house. And not having something or not being able to do something or, well. Anything. I'm half expecting to start having those nightmares where I'm back in college but I don't have my class schedule or my ID card to get into the dorms or something. Logic, brain, the only things we don't have that we'll need to buy are the fridge, stove, washer, dryer. And that's easily enough taken care of. Everything else is manageable.

Except my brainspace, possibly. I need an aspirin and to sit my butt down and write. Especially since today seems to be a relatively quiet day. Oh. And at some point I need to refocus and come up with maybe a lesson plan that will gear me towards sufficient fluency to be able to test for translator positions in a couple years. Maybe just involving more stuff like I'm doing with Russian, but also constructing sentences... I don't know, and my brain is in too many pieces right now to figure it out.

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Your boy needs to sit down and tell you what his problem is.

And moving IS scary.

Moving is fuckign terrifying.

Right. I think everything's cleared up on the house front though. *amused* Hearing the selling bank agree to that helped the boy's worries a lot, I think.

You have done it before and you can do it again.

DUDE! I love good news!!

I probably mentioned this at some point, but to give you some perspective on how absolutely normal this is - while I was house-buying, which went relatively smoothly in the overall scheme of things, I had constant nightmares that I was back in college and couldn't find my way around the dorms any more. And I punched my husband in the face every single night in my sleep. Like, he had to learn to face away from me at all costs and I had to learn not to leave the lamp too close to the edge of the nightstand or I'd punch that instead. Every. Night.

When you get into your new house, you will roll around on the floor, order pizza, drink a bottle of wine, and accidentally lock yourself in. What do you mean, that last one was just me? D:

You probably did mention it at the time, and it's definitely gone out of my head since then. Good to know I'm not the only one! Surprisingly, despite expecting to have those dreams, I haven't had them yet. I have, however, had dreams about bears in my goddamn apartment complex. And the next time the boy complains about missing sleeping with me I'm going to tell him that. Working opposite shifts is clearly good for his health and face bones.

I am actually planning to go to the Biltmore winery Just for my celebratory bottle of wine. Don't worry, I might not lock myself in but you can bet I'll lock myself out. At least once.