The options were cash or cashier's check. I didn't really question his nonacceptance of my personal check, but I also can very easily see that this isn't the kind of place where it's a concern. I accepted his answer and started to decide whether to get the cash or cashier's check.
I've decided on cash. My bank is a credit union with no Saturday hours. And it's a holiday weekend, Boomsday if you live near enough to where I live, so Tuesday is the soonest I could get to the bank. The problem there is that I have to be at work at nine Tuesday which is when the credit union opens that day. And I'm on bike.
But I can visit the ATM over the weekend until I fill my envelope with a deposit and first (is it months or month's) rent. And I totally get how that sounds, but I'm okay with this. I'm quitting this house cold turkey, sort of. I've put it off for far too long, and the apartment is nearly everything I need in an apartment, and it's at least a great jumping off point for throwing off the heavy comfort that this house has come to represent for me.
The computer from which I write these little nuggets of joy will most likely find it's way to Momma's, and I'll hope to find the money soon for my own computer. Anyone have a spare laptop they don't want? I'll have wifi included in the rent. My phone gets the wifi too, but it's a bitch to blog from, especially when you make the sorts of mistakes I make along with the fussy editor I tend to be in spite of those mishaps and the tiny little keyboard.
And it's halfway between work and Momma's house. It might technically be closer to Momma's than to work, but it's just off my usual path between Momma's and downtown that the ridge between the two actually comes into play, and the ridges and hills in this town are not to be scoffed at. Also, I will now have no good reason not to tackle the hill that is Sixth, and I'm scared. I should be.
I'm excited kind of, but that part of me that is just always negative and ready to lash out with its nasty whip of despair wants me to feel like something is going to happen, and then I won't be able to move, and then I'll have failed at something else. The thing is, this is the moment I've prepared for by failing to grab it. And when I speak of grabbing it I totally get that I should have just done this. I should have done it years ago, and writing that makes me want to highlight this whole post and delete it and get drunk. But that, as I've finally realized, doesn't make the problem go away, it just makes thinking about it go away, and I've done enough of that.
Now the next pressing problem will involve figuring out which friends have trucks and feel like moving the little bit of furniture I need a truck for. And add to that the scheduling required for all this to fall together exactly as I want considering how impatient I'm already slowly becoming. I should be looking into packing right now, but I've decided to put that off for the night. Plus I have to work at eight in the morning.
By the time anyone bothers to read this I will already be or have been at work since eight, but it's still tonight to me, so ya'll can all suck it.
Not really. That wasn't nice. But I really am excited to get moving moving. It's a nice feeling. Do they have laptops at pawn shops? I'm sure there are some. I wonder if they get wiped and how much shit shows up on a pawn shop laptop? That would be a cool band name, fwiw.
