little yapping post, since it's been a while
hellooo if anyone is reading this, you are sweet and sorry in advance for my ramblings. when super stressed I regress to old habits and wow this IS an old one lol.
anyways in no particular order:
holy crap. buying a house/condo is so stressful. (side note. I HATE the american way of calling purchased apartments "condos". the condominium is the entire apartment building! not the unit! why can't they just be called what they are? APARTMENTS! the freaking thing is the same whether you rent or purchase. side note to the side note, this should have been its own bullet point oops)
to continue ranting about homeownership -- god I am SO grateful for the state program and grants allowing me to purchase a new aPARmenT for lower cost and mortgage interest--but goddamn I have supplied the same freaking bank statements to 1239284 different organizations at this point and I'm so tired of the anxiety in waiting to see if they agree I can be granted these opportunities
there was a period of 2 weeks where I thought I was going to be homeless as I was told to give notice to my current apartment but then my closing date got pushed back. I have 0 support system in the states for things like this but thankfully the Corporate Landlord Overlords had not filled my vacancy yet and granted me more time (they better, since they're making me pay the full month anyways smh).
can my ex please stop leaving not so subtle hints that he wants to get back together. I'm having nightmares about it
I'm stressing about the stress and my immune system is like wtf and now I have called out of work for 3 days in a row and am stressing that the stressing will make everyone at work hate me. like can I stop stressing about what other people think? I'm not getting fired over 3 days sick (*furiously knocks on wooden desk in case some evil spirit is lying in wait to prove me wrong).
guess whose job is asking her to WEB DESIGN their web app lmao 18 year old me coding tumblr themes dancing on her own grave
I miss the community and inspiration I used to find on tumblr. the Internet is a sad, capitalistic place full of ads and negativity but this was a little corner I'd carved out for myself
I miss writing. maybe when all this toxic storm of buying an apartment and moving is over I can get back to my routine
I feel bad for my brother. Bro is lost. I was like that at 25 too, tbh
I worry for my mother. I hate seeing her struggle and I despise seeing her age. I loathe being so far away from her.
I somehow have ended up with 3 cats and I love my youngest son Tuna but yeah 2 was the magic number in terms of galactic feline peace. Probably just have to get used to it
being 30 is like running full speed into a brick wall labeled "roth ira"
Obligatory cat tax (ugh I gotta do my taxes too... no. not right now. just look at the cat, Lu)
