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YESSS !!!!!
Feb. 5th, 2007 08:30 pmOMG. OMGOMGOMG. They called me back already. This morning. Left a message on my cell, saying my application was approved. I almost flew through the ceiling... lol. I don't know how in hell I managed to get any work done today, since my concentration and focus went right out the window.:D And it might not be coming back until mid-March... LOL. Because of all the stuff I have to do/take care of before, during and after the move. Right now I don't even know where to start. *panicks momentarily and starts running around in circles*
*takes a deep breath, trying to calm down*
Okay. ( Here's what I need to do. )
Oooofff. I'm sure I skipped a few important points that will crop up sooner or later - but at least I'm trying to rein in the mental chaos somehow.:D Staying organized will help keep the panic at bay.:P
Yes, I am scared and nervous as all hell. But also deliriously happy. And I know that if I were moving in with my friend instead, I would be much less nervous about it... but also much less happy. So there. Freedom comes with a price (very literally, in fact, since my cost of living is about to perform a significant upwards jump - which also scares me a little, btw). But the thought of having the place to myself more than makes up for it. Oh, does it ever. *shudders in delight*
No more wondering, upon coming back home from wherever I've been, whether she's there, what she's doing and if it's going to interfere with whatever I plan on doing when I get there. No more waiting to use the bathroom (or having to warn someone that I'm going to spend a long time in there...:D). No more cursing under my breath when she's listening to bad disco, or having an animated phone conversation behind my bedroom wall while I'm trying to sleep. No more taking the blame for plumbing issues. No more cleaning not because I feel like it, but because it's "my turn". Starting on March 1st, I will decide when it's time to do any household chores, thank you very much. And I will enjoy them when I do them, because I will do them my way and no one will be there to tell me that's not the way they should be done. And if that means parting with half my earnings every month, then so be it. I have finally figured out my priorities, and intend to proceed accordingly. And if anyone feels like telling me I'm making a mistake ("crippling myself financially", for example, as a coworker put it), all I have to say is that it's MY mistake and I have a right to make it. I will be the one bearing the consequences of it. So let me have my private little heaven in a run-down studio, if that's all the luxury I can afford at this point in time. I've had my share of sharing. Call me a neurotic, selfish bitch, if you please. It won't do much to spoil my mood at the moment.:D
/rant. Need to wind down and try to get some sleep.:)
*takes a deep breath, trying to calm down*
Okay. ( Here's what I need to do. )
Oooofff. I'm sure I skipped a few important points that will crop up sooner or later - but at least I'm trying to rein in the mental chaos somehow.:D Staying organized will help keep the panic at bay.:P
Yes, I am scared and nervous as all hell. But also deliriously happy. And I know that if I were moving in with my friend instead, I would be much less nervous about it... but also much less happy. So there. Freedom comes with a price (very literally, in fact, since my cost of living is about to perform a significant upwards jump - which also scares me a little, btw). But the thought of having the place to myself more than makes up for it. Oh, does it ever. *shudders in delight*
No more wondering, upon coming back home from wherever I've been, whether she's there, what she's doing and if it's going to interfere with whatever I plan on doing when I get there. No more waiting to use the bathroom (or having to warn someone that I'm going to spend a long time in there...:D). No more cursing under my breath when she's listening to bad disco, or having an animated phone conversation behind my bedroom wall while I'm trying to sleep. No more taking the blame for plumbing issues. No more cleaning not because I feel like it, but because it's "my turn". Starting on March 1st, I will decide when it's time to do any household chores, thank you very much. And I will enjoy them when I do them, because I will do them my way and no one will be there to tell me that's not the way they should be done. And if that means parting with half my earnings every month, then so be it. I have finally figured out my priorities, and intend to proceed accordingly. And if anyone feels like telling me I'm making a mistake ("crippling myself financially", for example, as a coworker put it), all I have to say is that it's MY mistake and I have a right to make it. I will be the one bearing the consequences of it. So let me have my private little heaven in a run-down studio, if that's all the luxury I can afford at this point in time. I've had my share of sharing. Call me a neurotic, selfish bitch, if you please. It won't do much to spoil my mood at the moment.:D
/rant. Need to wind down and try to get some sleep.:)
