Monday, July 18, 2005
In the midst of preparations...
So much stress... so little time. It is currently hard enough for me to maintain one blog, not even mentioning two. But I am pleased to say that we are perfectly on schedule, and have taken care of approximately 80% of everything we need to take care of before our big cross-planet move.
In comparison selling the car, getting rid of our furniture, applying for The Fiancé's graduation and getting the cats' health certificate seems like a joyride of utter simplicity.
Ok, well maybe not the selling the car part.
Anyway. August 1 is the day.
I am both dreading it, and looking forward to it, equally strong. This doesn't help my state of mind much, but I am trying hard to be positive, especially for The Fiancé. At least I know what I am getting into, and whether I like it or not (which I don't), and I will have to make it as positive and smooth as possible for the one who has not the slightest idea and plunges into this adventure head first and without asking questions.
Of course, co-existing with our roomates currently makes it easier for me to depart. Ever since our revelation of leaving, living here has turned into some sort of "how can I dodge the people I am living with most efficiently" maneuver, despite all reassurances of "everything being ok". I have been denied one last show with my ex-band, which hurts me so deeply, and pisses off The Fiancé, and in turn greetings and saying goodbye have turned into mere grunts of acknowledgement, if even that. I am glad when they are out, and I am pretty certain they are glad to leave. I really cannot wait to close the door of this house for good, and saying good-bye to this roommate situation. I am sick an tired of living with roommates, and if I have learned one thing in my three-something years here it is that living together kills otherwise perfectly fine friendships.
As far as I am concerned, I am at the point where I truly couldn't care less about any of them, and even the band, for that matter. They played a show yesterday... the one that I hoped could have been my farewell show... with a drummer that serves as my interim replacement on the bass. The Fiancé and I showed blatant disinterest in this, and just shrugged off a question of "if we can make it to the show tonight" indecisively, and then spent the evening watching movies with one of my friends at the house. What really amused me was Roomie#E's reaction to that. All upset, it seemed. Excuse me?
Anyways. After having combined my online-searching talents with my parents' calling powers, we have managed to get us an apartment in Vienna, that will be ready to be moved in the day we arrive there. Apparently the cats pose no problem, and there is no minimum contract to be signed, and the place is furnished, and the landlady seems nice. I am not 100% comfy with my parents having chosen my future place to stay, but at the same time I am very relieved that we won't have to camp out at my parents's place upon our arrival. And who knows, maybe it really is as nice as my mom has been telling me. :)
15 days and counting...
In comparison selling the car, getting rid of our furniture, applying for The Fiancé's graduation and getting the cats' health certificate seems like a joyride of utter simplicity.
Ok, well maybe not the selling the car part.
Anyway. August 1 is the day.
I am both dreading it, and looking forward to it, equally strong. This doesn't help my state of mind much, but I am trying hard to be positive, especially for The Fiancé. At least I know what I am getting into, and whether I like it or not (which I don't), and I will have to make it as positive and smooth as possible for the one who has not the slightest idea and plunges into this adventure head first and without asking questions.
Of course, co-existing with our roomates currently makes it easier for me to depart. Ever since our revelation of leaving, living here has turned into some sort of "how can I dodge the people I am living with most efficiently" maneuver, despite all reassurances of "everything being ok". I have been denied one last show with my ex-band, which hurts me so deeply, and pisses off The Fiancé, and in turn greetings and saying goodbye have turned into mere grunts of acknowledgement, if even that. I am glad when they are out, and I am pretty certain they are glad to leave. I really cannot wait to close the door of this house for good, and saying good-bye to this roommate situation. I am sick an tired of living with roommates, and if I have learned one thing in my three-something years here it is that living together kills otherwise perfectly fine friendships.
As far as I am concerned, I am at the point where I truly couldn't care less about any of them, and even the band, for that matter. They played a show yesterday... the one that I hoped could have been my farewell show... with a drummer that serves as my interim replacement on the bass. The Fiancé and I showed blatant disinterest in this, and just shrugged off a question of "if we can make it to the show tonight" indecisively, and then spent the evening watching movies with one of my friends at the house. What really amused me was Roomie#E's reaction to that. All upset, it seemed. Excuse me?
Anyways. After having combined my online-searching talents with my parents' calling powers, we have managed to get us an apartment in Vienna, that will be ready to be moved in the day we arrive there. Apparently the cats pose no problem, and there is no minimum contract to be signed, and the place is furnished, and the landlady seems nice. I am not 100% comfy with my parents having chosen my future place to stay, but at the same time I am very relieved that we won't have to camp out at my parents's place upon our arrival. And who knows, maybe it really is as nice as my mom has been telling me. :)
15 days and counting...
