- After my post about my new boots, I got an IM from Amanda informing me that we were "boot twins". She went on to say that she uses just about any excuse (slight chance of rain) to wear them. Taking her lead (and thank you Melissa for putting this thought in my head last weekend), I wore my new boots today. It was 40 when I was walking Samson this morning, with a high of 65. I figured no better time than now, right?
- My mom is coming here on Sunday night to drive back to Chicago with Melissa and Kayla. I'm excited to see my mom (even if it will only be for a few hours), but sad that this officially means that the end is near. My roommates will be officially moved out by next weekend. I have mixed feelings about this. I am happy that they are finally on their way out of the "land of limbo" and moving on with their next steps. I am sad because I will miss seeing them daily and having that company. I will also miss getting to see Kayla every day. It was so much fun to watch her develop while she lived with me. From the time she was two months old until now, almost 8 months old. She may not ever remember this time in her life when she lived at Aunt Megan's house, but I certainly will.
- It appears, after as much avoidance as possible on my part, that I officially have a problem in my basement. Long story short, there is some sort of leak and it has made the carpet in front of the washer and dryer wet - for extended periods of time. I didn't really notice the full extent of the damage until the Hales moved their dresser out last weekend. As you can see, I have mold. So with Justin's help, I will be pulling up that carpet this weekend. Health issues are no joke. Ironically enough, when we first moved into the house, I pushed to remove the carpet in the first place. It is DISGUSTING and I thought it would be better to just paint the concrete and get a rug for down there. Somewhere, in a not so far off place, I want to rub his face in it. Because I was right.
It seriously looks even grosser in this picture - especially enlarged!
- Speaking of which, no news is bad news. It's been over a month since the last time I heard from him and just as long since I heard back from his parents. I think the issue with the carpet in the basement pushed my parents over the edge, as they are now involved. I have mixed feelings on this. I, of course, am relieved to feel like I do not have to continue this uphill battle myself. Not that they were not completely supportive the entire time. But I had asked them to not get involved, so it was just me, making all the pleas and demands. I am frustrated that it had to come to this. Mostly because I feel like I am almost 30 and I should be able to take care of my problems myself. We'll see if this course of action does anything different (I wouldn't be surprised if it didn't). I feel regardless of their course of action, the end is near.... maybe not the best end, but an end. And I feel a tiny weight off my shoulders already.
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