A New Home

In my last post I explained how Jim the Boyfriend decided to move to Virginia and convinced me to go with him.  And after a lot of inner turmoil and debating, I got excited about the idea.  And so, the apartment hunt began.

Jim and I looked around and we got really excited about one building that had a gym and a laundy room and was really close to a hospital (that he might get a job at) and the college he’s going to.  It was basically like a college dorm building, all the convenience with none of the bullshit drama and RA’s (and let’s not forget the ridiculous fire alarms).  Jim sent them an email asking for an application and they said they’d send it in the mail.  But it never came and eventually we gave up on the search for a while.  When Jim registered for his classes in January, we realized we had to get the ball rolling if we were going to be moved in by the time he had to start school.

One weekend, I applied for a bunch of places and the next day I got a call back from a Woman named Tisha with a beauteous thick southern accent.  And I fell in love with her voice and personality and the whole idea of moving.

A few days later, my boss got a phone call from her, and they talked for what seemed like an hour.  At first this made me nervous because my boss has been trying to convince me to stay in Mass, but I knew she wouldn’t throw me under the bus (right?).  When they got off the phone, my boss told me Tisha sounded like a sweetie, and that she had actually mentioned recommending me for a job at the daycare down the road from the house.  The next day Tisha called my current landlady (my mom), and when they got off the phone, my mom seemed even more excited for me to move.

When I talked to Tisha, she told me about Woodstock, VA, my future home-town: A quaint little town with just the essentials, but not too far from a city with malls and shopping and movies theatres.  Sounds pretty close to my beloved Lincoln, full of cow fields and hiking trails where you accidentally end up in your best friend’s backyard, but only 20 minutes away from big city Boston.  Sounds perfect.

She sent me pictures of the house

But all I really care about is having a stove and an oven all to myself! 

And a KITCHEN SINK!!! (As I mentioned in the post “Spiders,” we are not legally allowed to have a sink in the kitchen, so we do our dishes in the tiny bathroom sink.  Hence why this is so exciting for me.)  Look at that beauty!

There’s a bathtub and a living room and technically three bedrooms.  I have never had so much space to myself in my whole life.  In the basement we have a tiny bedroom, the kitchen area and a tiny bathroom.  Before that, my apartment at school was a little bigger than a two car garage—and 6 of us lived there! Plus a boyfriend or two here and there.  I don’t know what I am going to do with so much space.

We got the lease in the mail on Friday and my aunts and cousin got a chance to look at the place in person, and it had their approval.  Now we just have to sign the lease and send it back with our first month’s rent.  We are moving down the week before Christmas and I am so excited!  And we still have a lot to figure out before we leave.  If I'm not to overwhelmed, then I'll be blogging about how overwhelmed I am.