There are multiple sets of photos on my computer taken over the years with the plan to post Before & Afters. I’m moving to a house in a week and there won’t be many Afters for these. As I like to say, some problems resolve themselves if you wait long enough.
Before pictures on the left, After pictures on the right.
The ponytail plant didn’t make it so I bought a spiky $1.50 plant on a whim. It thrived even through a summer so I bought another when it appeared on the left-for-dead clearance shelf. The bit of white showing through between the plants is a seashell from my childhood. I had a shell collection as a kid and it’s the last one I’ve kept.
On a less successful note, the sweet little ivy plant is not growing well in the planter and it hasn’t exactly died either. Yet?
What I Wore to Work Today: June 22, 2015
I’ve started pulling my hair up a lot, partly because of the heat. Again, we’re all fools for living here. This sort of climate is not suited to support 4 million people in a two-county metro area. I was one of the almost-a-million people who moved here between April 2000 and April 2010. (I arrived in not-quite-triumph August 11, 2004, after getting into a car accident in Bernalillo, NM that totaled my car, a beautiful 1991 Ford Taurus that I had owned for a week. Welcome to post-college life!)
Am I doing anything about the obvious folly of living here? Am I, perhaps, moving to a more sustainable area? Maybe a state with water? Haha, no, thanks for the offer but I’m going about 3 miles down the street if all goes well.
I submitted a Resident Intent to Vacate form. I gave notice that I will be moving out when my lease ends August 31 instead of renewing, after more than five years in this apartment. I want to live in a small rental house with a yard and space for a small raised bed garden in the sun and, if I should be so lucky, a dog door already installed. Still in the same city and even the same general area, ideally a couple miles closer to my office.
I don’t have a place lined up yet, I’m counting on The Universe coming through for me. If the weeks have ticked by and there’s no house for me I’ll get an apartment, and I’ll experience the fun of new carpets and layouts and neighborhoods and routines (where will I do my grocery shopping??) and it will be Okay.
It was a spontaneous decision. I received my reminder and rent renewal offer and was disappointed to see rent increased again. Two weeks passed. Then I thought, “Wait, what if I don’t re-sign???”
The last time I looked for a new place a 5 1/2 year relationship had just ended. He moved into the spare room and I started my apartment search. The atmosphere in the house was civil and embarrassed, like a doctor’s waiting room where you see somebody from work flipping through a magazine. You nod politely and wish they weren’t there — your mind drifts to possible reasons for their visit and you don’t want to think about it, why are you even imagining that, what’s wrong with your brain? It’s uncomfortable even though nobody is doing anything wrong, and you’re relieved when they’re out of sight.
This time around I’m moving for the fun of it and I’m excited.