Somehow it has been over a month since I last posted. To be fair, June was a really busy month for me (and generally is): my dad’s birthday, Father’s Day, my niece’s birthday, my birthday, Pride…
I’m 35 now. That’s a weird feeling. Halfway through my 30’s. I don’t mind aging–I still consider myself young. But I’m also aware of reality. I want to be able to buy a house before I’m 40, and that is looking like it will be a struggle. I would also like to have the mortgage paid off before ‘retirement.’ (I don’t know that I’ll ever truly retire–I doubt I’d be able to afford it.) But I’m not sure if I’ll be able to get these things done. I’m still paying off my student loan (set to have it paid in full this December if all goes well), so I can’t even start saving for a down payment until then. 6.8% interest is no joke (thanks, government).
In more immediate news, yesterday my water heater started leaking. It’s going pretty well, actually. I woke up this early am to the sound of water splashing over the sides of the pot I put under the leak. Anyway, my apartment manager refused to do anything about it yesterday and will not tell me if it will be taken care of today, so… I’m pissed, as you can imagine–he just wanted me to turn the water off and use a vacant apartment that he left unlocked and that at least one other person is currently using (no thank you). Thank goodness I have a little carpet extractor (attached to my carpet stain cleaner). I was able to get up most of the water from the carpet that had soaked in before I found the leak. I’ve had a fan on it since yesterday, so now it’s mostly dry. But what about most people who do not have these things or would not care to do them? Damn apartment living.
T and I are still going strong. We’ve both been a little grouchy lately, which is annoying, but which is also life. It’ll be six months this month.
That’s all to report for now. I hope you all are doing well. 🙂 Remind me to tell you next time how it went for T to meet the parents (spoiler: way the fuck better than I could have imagined).
Under the Cherry Tree 