Well, we are almost done packing. the entire apartment, both of our lives, into 8 boxes, 4 suitcases, 1 dresser and 1 bed side table. its all there, sitting in the living room, waiting patiently to be picked up and start the trek up to to NYC. Its funny, last time I went up there, I only packed for a little bit of time, leaving memory things at my parents house, but this time, its all coming. My yearbooks, memory boxes, small stuffed animals (that of course all have names), diplomas, all of it, has been packed.
More to follow.... but its all happening in 13 days... the round 2 journey that I am sure to bring a little more than round one. I am one year smarter, one year older and one year deeper into trying to find what makes me happy and still no farther to finding my place in the world. One thing I did pick up this year is someone who I love and loves me back, which makes the journey 2x more fun.
peace, love and packaging tape,
b
Tuesday, March 27, 2012
Monday, March 12, 2012
We Got One!
This past weekend, T and I went apartment hunting. Seeing as he hasn't started work yet, he went up to the city a week before me to get all the heavy looking finished. His goal was to look at as many apartments as possible in 5 days, pick out 4 that were his favorite and he knew I would love and would fit all of the requirements.
My requirements for an apartment weren't too much to ask: Doorman, Gym, Dishwasher and full refrigerator. Well, these requests didn't sound too difficult in my southern mentality. The building we live in now has a pool gated parking, full gym and 2 showers in my bathroom alone..and of course a dishwasher.. Well... As we all know, New York is a different animal- and a different ball game all together. And apparently dishwashers are not a staple for every apartment in New York.
Well, there is one thing about T that I love, his determination. If it were just up to me, I would have sucked it up, hired a broker and take the easy way out- had someone else do the heavy lifting- but not him. No way jose, he was going to find our apartment all on his own, with no help. He didn't want help for 3 reasons: 1) He likes to do things on his own and 2) he didn't want to pay 2 months rent to a broker- why pay someone else for something he thought he could do all on his own 3) he is stubborn- stubborn as a bull.
He had his work cut out for him. He went back and fourth- uptown to downtown, east side to west side, and even across the river to Brooklyn. All he knew was my flight landed Thursday night and he wanted to have apartments to show me by Friday, so he worked towards that deadline. I got phone calls from him at work that would sound something like this, "Well, I just saw an apartment with half a refrigerator" or, "How do you feel about not having a stove" or my personal favorite, "How important is a dishwasher to you?" To every one of these phone calls all I said was, "Its not the one, keep on trucking, when you find it, you'll know."
And, I learned something about him that I love- when you give him a task, no matter what it is- he will do it, and do it in its entirety. He is one determined man. Not only did he find us an AMAZING apartment, with all of my requirements, but it is below our budget, in an amazing area, and is just the right size for the both of us- compared to the apartment we are in now, yes its smaller, but were in New York, everything is smaller there. And he found it on Tuesday- only 1 and a half days into his search. All the stars aligned, and it was perfect.
He showed it to me on Friday, for about 5 minutes during my lunch break (I was working out of the New York office for the day) and we signed the one year lease that afternoon.
So its official, in about 4 weeks, T and I will be moving into out apartment- finally our own apartment together. Now were on the next task... how to ship all our furniture up... The next few weeks should be interesting to say the least.
Stay tuned... I can guarantee you it will be nothing short of a comedy show.
Peace, Love and never stop moving,
B
My requirements for an apartment weren't too much to ask: Doorman, Gym, Dishwasher and full refrigerator. Well, these requests didn't sound too difficult in my southern mentality. The building we live in now has a pool gated parking, full gym and 2 showers in my bathroom alone..and of course a dishwasher.. Well... As we all know, New York is a different animal- and a different ball game all together. And apparently dishwashers are not a staple for every apartment in New York.
Well, there is one thing about T that I love, his determination. If it were just up to me, I would have sucked it up, hired a broker and take the easy way out- had someone else do the heavy lifting- but not him. No way jose, he was going to find our apartment all on his own, with no help. He didn't want help for 3 reasons: 1) He likes to do things on his own and 2) he didn't want to pay 2 months rent to a broker- why pay someone else for something he thought he could do all on his own 3) he is stubborn- stubborn as a bull.
He had his work cut out for him. He went back and fourth- uptown to downtown, east side to west side, and even across the river to Brooklyn. All he knew was my flight landed Thursday night and he wanted to have apartments to show me by Friday, so he worked towards that deadline. I got phone calls from him at work that would sound something like this, "Well, I just saw an apartment with half a refrigerator" or, "How do you feel about not having a stove" or my personal favorite, "How important is a dishwasher to you?" To every one of these phone calls all I said was, "Its not the one, keep on trucking, when you find it, you'll know."
And, I learned something about him that I love- when you give him a task, no matter what it is- he will do it, and do it in its entirety. He is one determined man. Not only did he find us an AMAZING apartment, with all of my requirements, but it is below our budget, in an amazing area, and is just the right size for the both of us- compared to the apartment we are in now, yes its smaller, but were in New York, everything is smaller there. And he found it on Tuesday- only 1 and a half days into his search. All the stars aligned, and it was perfect.
He showed it to me on Friday, for about 5 minutes during my lunch break (I was working out of the New York office for the day) and we signed the one year lease that afternoon.
So its official, in about 4 weeks, T and I will be moving into out apartment- finally our own apartment together. Now were on the next task... how to ship all our furniture up... The next few weeks should be interesting to say the least.
Stay tuned... I can guarantee you it will be nothing short of a comedy show.
Peace, Love and never stop moving,
B
Friday, March 2, 2012
Happiest Place on Earth
What they say in the commercials that Disney World is the happiest place on earth, they don't lie. I remember going to Disney as a kid and loving it, but that was a kid. I never though as a semi adult I would love it even more.
T and I went on a Disney extravaganza after our cruise and before driving back to Atlanta- we did 3 parks in 17 hours. Yes, you read that right, 3 parks in one day- we went non stop from 10am to 1am- riding every ride we wanted and soaking in the goodness of Disney. We went to MGM, Animal Kingdom and of course the classic Magic Kingdom.
Either T and I got very lucky with our timing or it was a fluke, but we literally walked on to every single ride for the most part. The longest line we waited in was for about 10 minutes for the Tower of Terror- and even so, not bad compared to the hour long lines I remember waiting in as a kid.
There was one thing we both noticed- every single employee was happy to be there. Every person with a smile on their face, happy to see us. It was incredible, if everyone was that happy in my office all the time, someone would think we were all on drugs. But for some reason, it was genuine, everyone is just happy to work there and be apart of the Disney 'magic' as they say. And it dawned on me, I want to find a job at some point in my career that I am excited and beaming to go into work every day. Don't get me wrong, my job now is great- great people, very interesting work and an interesting client- but there is some piece missing, a piece of excitement- thrill and genuine love for what I am doing. This is something that comes with time, I believe, and comes with the search of learning about myself. But now I know I have something to strive to. I am striving to be as happy as the employees (or cast members as they like to call themselves) at Disney.
I have said it before, and I say it again, I just want to do something to make a difference and be happy- just the journey to get there has been interesting.
Peace, love and The place where dreams come true,
B
T and I went on a Disney extravaganza after our cruise and before driving back to Atlanta- we did 3 parks in 17 hours. Yes, you read that right, 3 parks in one day- we went non stop from 10am to 1am- riding every ride we wanted and soaking in the goodness of Disney. We went to MGM, Animal Kingdom and of course the classic Magic Kingdom.
Either T and I got very lucky with our timing or it was a fluke, but we literally walked on to every single ride for the most part. The longest line we waited in was for about 10 minutes for the Tower of Terror- and even so, not bad compared to the hour long lines I remember waiting in as a kid.
There was one thing we both noticed- every single employee was happy to be there. Every person with a smile on their face, happy to see us. It was incredible, if everyone was that happy in my office all the time, someone would think we were all on drugs. But for some reason, it was genuine, everyone is just happy to work there and be apart of the Disney 'magic' as they say. And it dawned on me, I want to find a job at some point in my career that I am excited and beaming to go into work every day. Don't get me wrong, my job now is great- great people, very interesting work and an interesting client- but there is some piece missing, a piece of excitement- thrill and genuine love for what I am doing. This is something that comes with time, I believe, and comes with the search of learning about myself. But now I know I have something to strive to. I am striving to be as happy as the employees (or cast members as they like to call themselves) at Disney.
I have said it before, and I say it again, I just want to do something to make a difference and be happy- just the journey to get there has been interesting.
Peace, love and The place where dreams come true,
B
You get what you pay for- another lesson
Last week, my boyfriend (who will for now on be called T) and I went on our first real vacation. We drove down to Orlando to see my grandparents, go on a cruise and have a quick stop at Disney. Just us two.
We had everything set up- 5 day cruise, one day at Disney and the only real thing to figure out was parking. Where we going to leave our car for 5 days? Carnival has on site parking at the port, for $15 a day- not a chance. We're both still on the not so 'well off' side at the moment- so $70 to park our car for 5 days was outrageous. I would have rather parked my car in a back lot somewhere near the boat and hoped for the best....But because I am not crazy, I talked myself out of that idea.
T, being the planner he is, thought the best way to find cheap parking at the port was just to google it, so thats what I was tasked with doing. I found the cheapest parking I could (which happened to be one of those sponsored at the top of the search page). There were a few options, all within the same price range. But I figured, if we are going for cheap parking, we might as well go for the cheapest. How bad could it be? The website looked professional enough. There were pictures of the paved lot and charter shuttle to and from the port. So- we booked it and our trip was all set.
The day of our cruise finally arrived- I barely slept (I always have trouble sleeping before exciting events) and we woke up fairly early so we could get on the boat early and explore. We drove from my grandparents in Orlando to Port Canaveral, or at least a few miles outside of because that is where our parking service was located.
We finally find out 'parking service'- which might as well been called an open field with a small fence and a beat up, 1970's pimp limo as a shuttle. We pulled up, and I freaked out. No way this piece of crap could have been the great parking lot I saw on line. How was I going to leave my car here for 5 days, it would be safer in an abandoned lot- and at least the abandoned lot would be free to get my car stolen instead of pay $4.50 a day!! Long story short- we put the good faith into the crappy lot, and called it a day. All we wanted was to get on our vacation- turn our phones off and go- so thats exactly what we did.
The cruise was AMAZING- and forgot about the car the second we finally made it onto the ship. 5 day's of no cell phones, no where else to be and everything at our finger tips. Our first vacation was completely perfect- well on the boat at least.
5 days later- we returned, got off the boat early at 9am and went outside for the 'shuttle' back to our car. We called the company, the said 10 minutes, which turned into 20, which turned into 40 and so on (you get the picture) 2 HOURS LATER- we were still in the empty parking lot... waiting for the 'shuttle' and finally, our carriage (the beat up 1970's limo) arrived. T and I fought our way to get on the first ride, there was no way we were waiting in that parking lot any longer.
When we got back to the empty lot- the car was there, ready to be saved. Granted, everything turned out alright- the sum of this little car adventure is- you really do get what you pay for. If you get it for cheap, be prepared for an all around cheap experience.
Peace, love and living on a little cash,
B
The cruise was AMAZING- and forgot about the car the second we finally made it onto the ship. 5 day's of no cell phones, no where else to be and everything at our finger tips. Our first vacation was completely perfect- well on the boat at least.
5 days later- we returned, got off the boat early at 9am and went outside for the 'shuttle' back to our car. We called the company, the said 10 minutes, which turned into 20, which turned into 40 and so on (you get the picture) 2 HOURS LATER- we were still in the empty parking lot... waiting for the 'shuttle' and finally, our carriage (the beat up 1970's limo) arrived. T and I fought our way to get on the first ride, there was no way we were waiting in that parking lot any longer.
When we got back to the empty lot- the car was there, ready to be saved. Granted, everything turned out alright- the sum of this little car adventure is- you really do get what you pay for. If you get it for cheap, be prepared for an all around cheap experience.
Peace, love and living on a little cash,
B
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