Okay, so my last post was over a year ago and I'd like to think a lot has changed in that year, but I'm not sure how entirely it has.
Well, my awful neighbor downstairs finally complained about me enough that I was served with a 3 Day Comply or Quit notice. Luckily the apartment manager was incredibly kind and we figured out that I could move into the music larger 2 bedroom apartment next door and no longer have to deal with the douchebag "Mr. Heckles" (who's name, I discovered, was Pete. It doesn't fit him beause when I think of Pete, I think of a 3 year old in a propeller-hat.)
So I moved all of my stuff over and placed an ad for a roommate. After three months of mostly foreign men answering my ad, I found a roommate named Irene who seemed incredibly nice. And she was for the most part, though she was much different than she originally appeared to be. She came with an enormous amount of drama and a voice I imagine would suit Tinkerbelle. And half way through our time together, she also gained a boyfriend, whom I actually preferred. We spent a minimal amount of time together and she's been the only person that my cat has openly hated.
After a few months of careful persuasion from my mom's side of the family, Vegas soon looked like the best option for me. I told everyone I was moving and Irene started looking for a new place. While she was gone on a trip to Tennessee, I packed nearly everything in the entire apartment with the exception of her room. Moving day came packed with stress as Irene decided to wait until 10pm the night before to move her stuff out. The next morning came and my mom and I drove all the way to Las Vegas with a UHaul full of my stuff.
Now I'm finally settled into my condo in Las Vegas, and it's surprisingly wonderful here. I've always been a small-town girl, so I thought the city life was going to take some getting used to. But it's been very easy to get adjusted here and the only things that's taken any getting used to has been the weather.
My grandparents own the condo and I pay them rent every month. My grandma let me paint the entire thing however I wanted, but after my choices, she decided that my paint colors had to be okayed by her. (I am Portuguese after all, and we like crazy colors!) But everything was unpacked and in it's place within the first week I moved in, and it feels more like home than the last couple places that I've lived.
My first week here, I met an incredible guy whom I adore, but who is pretty much off-limits. There are a million things that should deter me from liking him, but I can't help but find them endearing or forgiveable. I've always had some sort of complex where I'm attracted to guys who I think need me to save them, and I suppose he fits the bill. (This is something I recently discovered because I couldn't find any similarities in any of the guys I've dated or been attracted to until coming to this conclusion.) But he's absolutely amazing and we have so many things in common. We don't really agree on all books or movies, but we agree on the key things that truly make up who we are, like beliefs and ideas. And he wants to be a writer, to live in some crappy San Francisco apartment, to dedicate himself to his art. I love that about him. I keep trying to find something about him that I'd consider a deal breaker, but I can't, though I so desperately need to.
Next door to me are two brothers around my age who seem pretty cool. I had been meaning to introduce myself for weeks when by some divine act, I got their mail in my box. They seem really nice and were incredibly friendly. All my other neighbors are older and seem relatively nice.
I started school yesterday, which I've had to do mid-semester because I moved here too late. I'm taking to lecture classes and two online classes. They're simple and mostly so I can keep getting insurance through my dad.
I got hired at Best Buy right before the market took a turn and I start Thursday. I'm going in for orientation. I'll be a salesperson in the computer section, which is soooo not the kind of job I would be good at. But the manager said he thought I would be good at it, so I'm giving it a try.
Other than all of that, nothing going on at this exact moment worth mentioning. Except the fact that it's nearly 7am and I've been up for two days straight. I can't sleep and I don't know why, but I'm simply not tired.
Hopefully, it won't be a year until I next post, but you never know now.