Guess what? I have some super happy news! You know how I've been dreading the dark winter? Thinking about how to make my dank and cold basement apartment a bit more bright and cozy? Well. I'm going to move. WAAAHHOOOOOO! Probably not until January because my new "garden level" basement apartment is still being built, but internet? It has WINDOWS. And LIGHT. And a BATHTUB! And my own door that walks right out onto the backyard patio. And a yard that is begging for a garden, which she said she would love for me to dig up and grow because she hates to mow. And well? It's only $50 more per month for rent and that's totally do-able. And it's all new in a newer house, so none of the musty basement smelling stuff anymore. And did I mention all the windows? And the fact that I can have a COUCH again?! And it's still very close to my work and within walking distance of Dog Girl and Boy, Tiny, and Symphony Date. Internet, I am insanely happy about this.
Gay Boyfriend will not be happy when I tell him. Not happy at all. But I think it's the right thing for me. An upgrade on the home front that I think I have earned for myself by staying sober and working hard. I will miss the swing. But this is the right thing for me. I know it is. LIGHT!
And secondly? I wrote the last check ever to Fells Wargo last night. I am free from their tyranny and stupidity. I have a new debt reduction plan that works. One that means I will be completely debt free in two years. Now, all that's left is for me to move my investment accounts from them to my new local bank. I've already met with the financial advisor there and even though my hands were shaking while we were talking and I burst into tears after she left because it just feels like too much to handle, I did it. I hate dealing with money. It's something that my dad did for me and then The Dead Guy took over and well? I hate it. But I'm doing it because that's what 37 year old single women do, right? They deal with it because they have to. So, suck it Fells Wargo. I have banked with you since I was 15 years old and you were horrible to me this past year. Just horrible. I hope you fall on your big bank fat ass.
In other news, we are running hills tonight for running club. I've never done such a thing before. I'm strangely excited. I am not sure that I should be, but that's how I feel. Weird, huh? That I'm looking forward to punishing my body.