We found a new place, half the distance from work, and on the right side of town. They've got a one-bedroom (unfortunately on the first floor) coming available in July, and we're breaking our lease here and moving. The new place has ample parking, washer and dryer in the unit, ice maker in the fridge, indoor pool & jacuzzi, tanning bed, sauna, basketball court - all open until 10 p.m. Plus, it's down the road from a Gold's Gym that has Les Mills classes. I'm just so happy to get out of here.
My brother's in town, and he and Irish are watching Good Luck, Chuck and creaming over Jessica Alba. My old roommate once told me that I kind of look like her, but I think I'd need a nose job to really pull it off. I don't know why it upsets me, but I guess I'm just used to Irish only making those sorts of lewd comments about me. On the other hand, I'm glad he's bonding with my brother.
Irish found out yesterday that his aunt (mom's brother's wife) has brain cancer, and that one of the tumors is inoperable, and that she's been given 8-12 months to live. So that's hard. It may be the first really hard thing we have to deal with together. I mean, aside from both our pasts, with the deaths and divorces.
Speaking of which, my divorce (which still just feels more like a breakup, or an edit-undo) is final as of today.
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Sounds like you found a great place to live. Congrats on the place and official freedom!
So, do you have a new address?
Not until the 11th, and then I promise I'll give it to you. But we're going to fill out one of those change of address forms at the post office too, so if you're sending now, don't stress yourself out by making exceptions for me.
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