I'm moving to the 'burgh

Well...let's see...in our last chapter, our heroine was strapping on her helmet, and choking on a ball gag to go for a ride on a Honda with Pete...well, figuratively at least. Did she get any bugs in her teeth? Nope. Not a single one. Ball gags are good for so many things. Did Pete's mother call her a "SKANKY WHOOOOORREE!!"? Nope. She actually kinda liked me, I think. (Previously she told Pete that she did not approve of people "living in sin" together before marriage, so I figured she would think I am a skanky "whore" who is now threatening to take her son into a life of hell and damnation). But luckily, she didn't seem at all bothered by my presence. WHEW!!

In fact, she really REALLY liked the fact that we decided NOT to live together "in sin" before marriage. She seemed pleased and relieved when we told her this. As a matter of fact, Pete decided to pay the deposit for an apartment for me this past weekend, which is located conveniently right underneath him in the same house. So, technically we are living separately, but we'll still be under the same roof. In Pittsburgh, huge Victorian 100-year-old houses (many of them) are split up into 2 separate apartment areas, an upstairs living area and a downstairs (first floor) space. In a strange twist of fate, the nasty neighbors who lived underneath Pete moved out recently and so we talked to the landlord about it, took a look at the place, and decided to go for it.

So, I now have a place to live in the 'burgh. It's a 'baby step,' (a concept rather new to Pete apparently), between me getting an apartment alone clear across town and feeling lost and scared and lonely...and shacking up together IN SIN in a house that's brand new to us both...which would freak me out a bit, I think. This solution is better because it's not BOTH of us moving, just me, (much cheaper), and I can lock my door if he annoys me (or vice versa), I will have my own space with my dog, and I can do my own thing, and yet at the same time, he's right there when I need him, can come visit and stay with me anytime, and we're even planning on having one room to share together as a library/computer room that we decorate together. The rest of the place, he says, is mine to decorate however I want. (insert orgasm here).

I'm so totally in a nesting phase, it's pathetic. You should SEE this place! The stained glass window is coming with me, wherever the hell I move from here, I'll steal that damned thing, I don't care if I ever get the security deposit back!! It's GORGEOUS...and huge...and right in the living room center, across from the fireplace, next to 2 seven-foot windows...ALL the windows in this place are huge... I'll have my own bedroom, bathroom, computer/media room (that Peter and I will share), and a fenced-in backyard with a deck for Sassy! YAYYY!! There's a front entrance foyer area too, that we can now use, which previously hadn't been used at all. So, we decided my beach-themed Xmas tree will go there (alongside my Menorrah of course, cuz I do both ya know). We will have the basement and attic too, for storage galore. The only bummer: no dishwasher, and coin-operated laundry in the basement. Otherwise, the place is really really nice. I walked in and said, "This is it." I just had a gut-feeling that I could see my dog and I happy here, with Pete, and I'm feeling like this is really going to be good, the 3 of us, happy for a long time...I could feel it. Something in my gut kinda churned around this weekend, and I feel calmer and more relaxed and happy about everything...(but I told Pete to wait a few days until my next meltdown/panic mode kicks in)....hehehehehe...

Anyway, so next weekend is PAINTING PARTY weekend, I've already got the paint colors sorted out...cuz who wants to live in an all-white boring place?! Not me!! I'm an HGTV addict dontchaknow, I'm totally into all that interior decorating crap. LOVE IT! So I've already drawn each room, diagrammed it all with my furniture placement, and we've chosen the colors that we want to use. hehehehehe...Poor Pete had to measure everything for me too, the dimensions of each room, the size of each window and closet, etc., because I'm just so crazed and anal-retentive about it...poor schmuck, he really has no clue what he's getting into I think...but it's gonna be VERY nice when I get all done with it. Ahhhh yes, the winter will be fun, doing all these interior design projects. MMuuuhahahahah!!

Now, I have to find a job. ASAP. And I have to quit the one I've got. The timing is still being worked out, but hopefully by the end of September, I'm outta here. Fubar City can kiss my lilly white butt. Funny how my supervisor thinks I'm going to be a "Queen of Quoting," (providing quotes to companies for training), but he doesn't know yet that I'm going to be the "Queen of GettingthehellouttaDC" instead.

Last week, I was freakin' out. This week, I feel more calm than I ever have since knowing Pete. I feel like I can truly believe what he's saying to me about love and romance and commitment and creating a 'we' out of just a ME...I can now relax a bit, he's SHOWING me, not just TELLING me, and this is huge. Once the decision to move is made, I told him, then I believe the details will work themselves out with time and planning. I feel happy about this, too, because it's a fresh start, somewhere brand new, the adventure is biting and tugging at me now, more than it ever was before. I'm feeling like it's actually do-able, like I might actually be able to have a LIFE with somebody for the first time ever...and this is a feeling of being fulfilled, unlike anything I've ever experienced. I'm on my way outta Fubar City ya'll. I'm rather bummed that I won't be at the inauguration to see OBAMA get the presidency though...but I'm still gonna come back, it doesn't feel as "final" to me anymore, it feels like, "I can go back and forth as long as I want/need to," and so now I feel like it's a good solid thing that really CAN happen...

See me in a few days for the next meltdown when it all sinks in. *wink*

Love, Sassy Girl