So, yeah, I’m in a relationship, for the first time in ever. (maybe eight years…? the last break-up is somewhere here on livejournal, I’m sure.) I’m already moved in, but my stuff isn’t.
More on that in a bit: my job is going away. The bastards shut down the A-team and are moving everything to the POS run-down hole that they own outright, manned by the slower, full-of-waste crew. YAY! Anyway, since unused vacation will interfere with unemployment, in case I need it, I am off from today until September 2. The main goal: get the master bedroom cleared, painted and us moved into it, so my wardrobe can move into the back room.
Back to the boyfriend: He loves the clothes, he gave up one of only two bedrooms in his house so my wardrobe can have a home, he wants advice and help with his own wardrobe. Yay! Yay! and Yay! Right?
The worse things about my wardrobe remaining in midtown while I am off in the Northeast? We regularly shop at thrift stores, which allows my clothing to multiple unmonitored. When I was staying with friends after leaving the studio, most of my clothes were in storage for six months. I think the wardrobe doubled.
I cannot let that happen again, or there will be no room to keep the kitchen appliances. ;P
Back to the boyfriend: Let’s call him Boo. I actually call him that. Also on FB, so much so that my artist friends have begun to call him ‘Boo’ when they meet him face-to-face…
Things are good. They also suck, but they are good. This is the space of contradiction in which I live these days. We have our struggles, with the world and each other, but we are doing good things for each other.
Oh, and he also has no interest in the remodelling decisions about the house. Yay! for me.
*smooch*
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