TMI?

I found out today that in 4 weeks my family doctor is going on maternity leave until July of next year.

I also found out that my lady parts are pink and healthy looking, so the day was 1 for 2.

I bought a new raincoat. I like it a good deal.

I am FINALLY getting a haircut, after going far, far, FAR too long without one because we were broke. The appointment availability came up so suddenly that I am now at a loss as to what to do with this mess of hair once I get there tomorrow at 6 pm.

I really feel like I'm getting bigger chunks of my old life back. I'm coming up on my second MS-versary in December. I spent the first year just mentally *dealing* (and not very well) with the idea that I now have a chronic, progressive and incurable illness. The past 10 months or so have been steady, upward progress and I now feel like some of that progress is starting to reap benefits.

NOW I have to get back into my swing of things. The weight is coming off because I'm watching what I eat and exercising in some way each and every day. I'm trying to get out more. In November I want to have a cocktail party housewarming. I have some vacation time and so I'd like to take a couple of days off to write over an extra-long weekend.

For the first time in forever I feel like I am moving forward. I've given up on certain dreams only to come up with new ones. I have an idea for a plan, but since it relies on me having actual talent, the US government and me staying healthy for quite a few more years... I will probably have to rewrite it or scrap it entirely.

Now to get this move over.

Lease signed.

It's ours. We have keys and everything.

I've started packing. I want out of here as soon as humanly possible. As soon as we were told that we weren't wanted here it's like this place became sullied, like it wasn't home anymore.

The place we got is really small compared to the place we have now, but most of our stuff will fit, and that's all that really matters.

I just want to get all of our accounts moved, the mail forwarded and get out. I don't want to be here any more.

Not Negotiable

By September 15, 2010 I wish to have the following:

1. A 1 bedroom apartment,

2. SouthNorth of Kingsway,

3. West of Victoria,

4. NorthSouth of 1st.,

5. East of Main, and

6. For $900 a month or less or $1000 a month for all utilities included.

How hard can that be?

According to Craigslist, pretty fucking hard.

It's true that I don't have to be out of my apartment until October 31, 2010, but if we're out by September 30, he'll give us September's rent back. That means we get a cheque for almost two grand on the day we move out when you include the eviction penalty and our security deposit IF we can get out of here by September 30.

The thing of it is, September 30 is the day we fly to Toronto to be back in Ontario in time for my cousin Angela's wedding. We need the place for September 15.

We've lived in this place for five years. We've got good references and I'm fully and completely employed and, if I might add, Joe and I are a lovely couple who work hard and pay our bills.

We've been informed that we were only one of several people who applied for that apartment on the corner we so coveted and also the landlords won't call back if we aren't the chosen ones. The property manager went so far as to say if we hadn't heard by tonight we didn't get it.

The time now is 19:51 PST. We're banking on the fact that we didn't get it.

I'm freaking out. I'd have another drink or 12, but I am a responsible adult who has to work in the morning.

Edited to fix the absolute physical impossibility that happens when you mix up north and south.