One of Those Mornings!

Most days I wake up glad that E and I don't have to pay rent to live in a great neighborhood. We love having a yard, being with family and above all, being able to save. Other days, I wake up and am ready to start packing bags before we even get out of bed. Today was one of those days!

7:30 - Alarm goes off to work out, we ignore it in favor of snuggling. We decide to work out in the evening.
7:45 - My mom's dog is loose, running around the house and barking like a loon without correction. We try to ignore him.
8:00 - My grandma's handy man arrives, sending both Tintin who is still loose and Milou who is crated into a tizzy
8:10 - My grandma comes to the door to discuss hockey with E. We are still in bed with the door closed.
8:15 - E and I give up. There will be no snuggling. We might as well get up and go!

At least I was able to give Milou a quick walk around the block. Even she seemed sleepy and annoyed at all the noise. Some day we'll have our own place where we can sleep in and snuggle free from interruption!

Family Matters

Living with your parents, or in my case, parent, Sucks. I know there are many good aspects to a temporary amicable cohabitation with your mother, your sister and your significant other, but often times those are difficult to see. Yes, the lack of rent is amazing.The lack of household related bills is equally amazing. Yes its nice to not have to bring a roll of quarters with you to do laundry. It's also cool when other people go grocery shopping too. Yes it's nice to see your family and bonding yadda yadda. But no. No, NO, NO. This is not an arrangement I wish to continue. It. Is. Not. Fun.

Living in 2010, college degrees do not equal jobs. Living in Los Angeles, a rental closet is 1200 a month. Living now is hard, yes, I know, you know, we know. But still, living in my house equals some serious major suckage. I have a dining room, a living room, and a kitchen in my garage. That also means that my bedroom is a living room a dining room, a kitchen and a storage unit. Not exactly a bow-chicka-wow-wow conductive environment for fiancees-soon-to-be-newlyweds. I know, right now we should be thankful that we have a place to live. The lack of privacy, the constant stream of yousuckness from my mom, the complete lack of personal space should be irrelevant when faced with the awesomeness of free rent. But somehow, it just isn't. We need our own space. We need out.

Moving out right now does not make sense. We should wait until after we're married (March), after we know where I'm going to medical school (Hopefully May), because we're going to have to move for that anyway if I can somehow get in. I don't really see that happening either, considering that my MCAT tutors ie geniuses, are applying for the SECOND time this year. If they can't get in on the first try, me getting in is literally laughable. We should take advantage of the free rent to save up and prepare for a few years for the crazy difficulty of married life in which according to my mother we will suddenly decide that the past 8 years of putting up with each other's crap have meant nothing and clearly a few bills will be our downfall. I would kill for some home related bills of my own right now, but I know that we need to wait. I KNOW. But, right now, in the words of Avenue Q, I say it sucka-sucka-sucka-sucka-sucka-sucka-sucka-sucka-sucka-sucka-sucka-sucka-sucks! It sucks to be me.