New place blues

(the comfy couch - never mind the mess)

I have never not gotten on with a landlord, just like I have never not gotten on with my teachers (somewhat of a teacher’s pet) so it comes as a shock to me when I feel as though our new landlords are not pleasant with us because we when we initially moved in the place was not clean and we agreed I could clean it and take it off the rent which caused a wee bit of a drama.

The telephone line is apparently connected but it’s not working and this of course is delaying the connection of the all important Internet...
It’s all so trying considering that I am suffering from homesickness, I am it seems missing the student accommodation, granted it got on my nerves staying there at times, sharing the fridge and people not putting away dishes etc etc and now Ivoire and I have own place where we can walk around in the nude (we are closet nudists) and the cost is snarky landlords...ah well.

I am focusing on the good bits like because Ivoire’s work place is within walking distance he comes home on days I am not working and I fix him lunch...homemaking and of course we get to walk around naked.

During a moment of introspection I realised the challenges Ivoire and I have had to face in the almost 2 years we have been dating (anniversary is New Year’s day), from him leaving for England for 6 months to helping pay my uni fees and I thought that we had become bogged down by everyday life that we were forgetting to nurture our love more, (we do but I think we ca do more), anyway I have decided to declare this a Summer of Love and there shall be games afoot.

He of course knows nothing of this...yet.

The new place (and the most comfy couch)

So the move has been completed just as we head into the final stretch of my uni trimester, yay!! Well it should be ‘Yay, ‘but yesterday as I went back to the uni for my last lecture I passed by the old place and I felt as though something was amiss, I was not going to be spending the night there...the 1st place I called home ever since I moved t Australia. I think I now understand why so many people do not leave or 50% of those who do come back. It’s not because the rent’s dirt cheap and you have no bills, it’s because it’s a security blanket especially after 2.5 years of living there, and there are always people around you.
I like the place we are in (apart from the landlords which would be the 1st time I have never gotten on with my landlord), Ivoire comes home early and we have heaps of privacy and lots of fridge space but I still miss the familiarity of my old place and my shower.

Buying furniture has put a dent in our savings though we would have to do it now or when we bought a place...either way we were going to spend that money but that doesn’t mean I am happy about it. I am consoling myself with the knowledge that we have the comfiest couch in the world!! Seriously this couch is so comfy that when you sit down you won’t ever want to get up, Ivoire has almost been late for work this whole week.

We have air cons in the bedrooms for the summer; Yay:) There is a possibility of getting a huge electricity bill, nay:(. I am in love with the kitchen hopefully I will get time during the holidays to make aphrodisiac desserts (after all the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach and I am the Queen Bee of Desserts)...we have an eye level oven and microwave and a glass cooktop (I could go on).

I have been annoying, dropping rather *ahem* loud hints that I want to be romanced so I figure I am going to start the ball rolling by romancing Ivoire, any suggestions?

Important Note:
We still don’t have the internet connected so the posts are either done at work so they'll far between till we have internet.

The side note is now a full post...

Mmm where to begin lets see, moving is never a pleasant experience, but events leading to our moving that have left tempers frayed and friendships strained has further highlighted the need for independence, I despise relying on anyone, including sometimes Ivoire. I think past experiences always tell you that you are setting yourself up for disappointment and you will not have control over your fate. I am a control freak so naturally this reliance is rather unsettling. It’s funny because being in a relationship mean you have to rely on someone after all that is part of the reason we have relationships so that we can someone to rely on. I think I am afraid that I may disappoint because I am in charge of the finances at the moment and I underestimated the cost of moving from comfort zone –student accommodation with everything connected for you, internet, phone, electricity. Anyway part of this reliance thing means dealing with overbearing people or judgemental ones and even condescending ones. This has led us to quest for the ultimate independence but not from each other. (this will relate to the next post re: boy/girlfriends and friendships).

Anyway the move....
Moving was a pain partially because Ivoire and I are serious bookworms and avid movie fans. Re: movie critiques and we have more books than our clothes combined and carrying books is painful...literally I swear Arnie (in his bodybuilding days) would be envious of my biceps now.
We have had to organise our own which has been an experience being in a foreign country and hopefully everything will be set up before we leave the comfort zone for good.

The pains and joys of moving, OMG when we bought furniture I thought it would come as it looked in the store but no oh boy was I wrong, it came in flat packs...damn I had avoided Ikea for this very reason and we were faced with the drama of putting it together...fun. I am blessed to have a friend who is a genius with a toolbox and has the imagination of an artist who put the bed and chairs together...with my help of course.(Edit: Ivoire's reference to the furniture shopping, I was not happy with the salesperson who told me that my dream couch...that was $1,700 the week before was now $2,000 – seriously not happy, I think he got the vibe but that's another story altogether).

The joy was that we ate cheap chicken curry on our own dining set in silence(well we spoke about how comfy the couch was)...we don't own a tv and slept on the bed we built. I'm like a carpenter now.

I don't want to struggle anymore...I don't want to have to ask

Movie Critique

Burn after reading

My favourite character, well that was hard a toss up between John “mad genius of the year’ Malkovich, George” sex addict” Clooney and Brad “the vapid gym trainer” Pitt. The chicks were good too, very self centred and self preservation kinda girls.
This is another Coen brothers movie (see Ou brother where art thou) and it’s full of a senseless story that’s somehow funny and crude about a CIA guy who gets fired and goes schizo and these idiotic gym trainers find a disc with said CIA guy’s secrets. The following happenings are a clusterf*ck to take a line from the movie. Ivoire didn’t um *cough* like the other people in the audience
See or Miss: definite see, just because Brad Pitt’s character is highlarious!!! Next review will be Quantum of Solace....*sigh* Daniel Craig and then Twilight *sigh* Robert Pattison, of course none of em can hold a candle to Ivoire. As soon as we finish this moving business I’ll book into a Gold Star Cinema though, can't wait for Quantum.

Warrior Woman

On the hunt for a house: We have decided to fly the coop, and shack up. A lot of responsibility, a lot of commitment, after 2 years and a heaps of um 'discussions' we are taking the plunge.

Anyway back to the hunt, I have been looking forward to looking for the perfect place for us, 10 inspections and 4 sore legs later I am a bit jaded. This joy of the hunt has worn off and I would just like to find a place that we both like. I am picky especially when it comes to living arrangements, so is Ivoire in fact, though he will not readily admit it. The fact that we have different tastes regarding certain things, music is a standout doesn't make it easy. One of the key lessons for us in the past has been compromise.

After being used to living alone and independently, sharing with someone was, shall I say, a bit of a challenge. And because you are with someone, a bit of your independence is forfeit, no more coming and going as one pleases without a word...this leads to someone else getting ulcers(caused by worry).
Compromise (kmpr-mz) A settlement of differences in which each side makes concessions - and those concessions have been made from which movie to watch to the colour of the couch. This is an art that is practised and improved upon everyday. We have made a list with concessions regarding our new place and it has made the hunt easier.

Just as we resigned ourselves to the fact that we might not find THE perfect abode in one weekend we walked across this beautiful apartment and now all we have to do is beat the competition. Wish us luck.

P.s. to Ivoire, Dearest darling, in my books you are sexiest man alive in my books.