My name is Chrisy and I'm a 25 year old born-and-raised Virginian surviving in Phoenix, Arizona since August 2006. I have been a self proclaimed nerd for the past decade, wasting away the majority of my youth in front of a computer. If I'm not playing World of Warcraft then I'm watching movies, playing the Wii, or obsessing over my 2 cats. I am currently employed as a Data Entry Specialist for a payment service company with the goal one day becoming a Database Administrator.

I have been leaving footprints on the internet since the winter of 1997. In it's early stages, during my late teens, my relationship with this website was an unhealthy obsession that I couldn't live without. As an adult it has been an agonizing struggle not to neglect this patch of the world wide web. This site generates so little traffic that it has become something I do for my own entertainment, so the fact that someone is actually reading this would be surprising.

The weather here in Phoenix is finally in an official upswing, with the forecast promising that for the next week and a ½ the temperature should climb up to 80 degrees or more. I am so ready for the warm weather to get here; I’m tired of wearing coats and worrying about how my long legs make my jeans to look like high-waters when I wear sneakers. It’s this time of year that makes me feel as though I’m on a vacation every day, as ever since 2002 Phoenix was the place that I went to get away from rural Virginia until I finally left for good in 2006. The only time I find myself missing Virginia is in the winter, since it actually gets pretty cold here despite what the over-exaggerating natives will say. I remember Matt telling me that it would be 70 degrees on Christmas, but for the two that I’ve spent here it’s been a bitter 40-50 degrees each time. When I first moved to Phoenix and mentioned that I recently moved here from Virginia, it was inevitable that I would be asked the question: “Have you been here for a summer yet?” Yes, I have actually – the dry heat is nice – but have you been to the south for a summer? Because if you haven’t, pack some flippers, cause with that much humidity you’ll get where you’re going faster if you swim through the air instead of walk on the ground.

But as much as I’m loving the weather right now, I have a feeling that in 9 days I’m going to be cursing how friggin hot it is outside. On April 26th, my boyfriend and I are going to be moving into a new house. He has already reserved a UHAUL truck and (thankfully) hired some moving help with the hopes that almost everything we own will be in the new house by the 27th – so, going by his master plan, almost everything needs to be packed and ready to move by the 25th (which is the day we should be getting the keys.)

I’m going to start doing the necessary packing on Saturday, but thankfully I don’t have that much stuff lying around the house. I had known from the beginning of our relationship that he was looking to buy a house so I had kept the majority of my things in the same boxes that I used last November to move out of my old apartment. He, on the other hand, has been living in the house we currently rent for 2 years and has shit everywhere, so I’m guessing that most of my time will be spent packing his stuff. I just hope we can be “on the ball” about it and get the majority of it done this weekend rather than scrambling on Wednesday and Thursday to get everything ready. In a perfect world I’d like to move over some of the small stuff on Friday, things like clothes and DvDs and other non-necessary items, so that we can take full advantage of the hired help and more the big shit on Saturday.

I can’t say I’m that excited about the idea of moving again. For someone who lived in the same house from 18 months until 23 years old, it’s a little surreal to think that I’ve changed my address 4 times since 2006. It makes me feel a bit like a nomad, which is the complete opposite of my nature – I am eternally opposed to change and always prefer the dependable and uneventful alternatives. I like the idea that the plan is to own this house for a few years before we try to sell it.

Although I have not officially asked “permission” to do so, the one thing I am looking forward to is the opportunity to do some decorating around the new house. Part of me feels old as fuck to be excited about that, as if hitting my mid-twenties has somehow caused me to suffer from some sort of Martha Stewart syndrome, but I’ve always wanted to live in a nicely decorated home. I tried to do some decorating in my old apartment with Matt but it was an endlessly infuriating experience; he didn’t like anything I showed him and then couldn’t give me a clear idea of what he did like. I loved going to IKEA and getting cool ideas for what to put in our apartment, but ultimately we would end up being “that” couple who was having an argument in the bowels of the store about how ugly the lamp this is, or how unnecessary those cabinets are. I’ll admit that I’m a little bit worried of having the same arguments over the things I’d like to put in the new house, but who I’m with now is different – he might just let me do what I want as long as it’s not freakishly stupid, especially if I use my own money to do it. And though do I tend to have freakishly stupid décor tastes I’m sure I can find some compromise along the way that satisfies me and allows him to bring over friends without telling them “my girlfriend picked out this lamp… while she was high on crack.”

1. Sandy on 12.05.2008 at 17:01 (Reply)
   “my girlfriend picked out this lamp… while she was high on crack.” ...... I know how you feel with that statement and am hoping Earl won't be saying that when i'm decorating our new house

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