[Don't fuck with us - We have paint brushes.]
If I look pissed, it’s because we were holding that pose for the fifth time because Gustavo was having issues taking non-blurry pictures.
The above picture was taken at mine and Sara’s soon to be new casa. Our official move in date is January 1st. Because no one is currently occupying it, our new landlords were nice enough to let us start painting. And they’re letting us move our shit in early, too. Yay, for not having to do it all in one day!
So … yeah, we’re moving. I’ve lived at the place I’m at now for 3 years. Sara’s been here 4 years. While living here was amazing, it’s time for a change. It was time for both of us to go back to being responsible adults. Believe it or not, I was very, very responsible at one point in my life. I paid my bills on time, had my own apartment, was organized, and had good credit! All while making $7/hr! Somewhere along the line I fucked shit up. Since then, I’ve been working hard to correct my past credit mistakes and in general, getting all my damned ducks in a row.
So, instead of simply renting rooms in our friend’s house, Sara and I decided to go and rent our own house. It’s going to be awesome. Sara and I get along great. We’ve already lived together for 3 years, got to know each other’s quirks and living habits (the good and the bad), and still manage to not want to kill each other. We communicate well, keep each other in check, and have a lot of fun. And we treat each other’s animals like our own. I feed Chiken (her cat) when she’s not home, and Sara defends Scrappy when Buttercup is being a bitch to him.
It’s a perfect living situation.
More bills isn’t fun, but we all have to grow up sometime, right? Even at 27 years of age.
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