Of course, I wish when I said "Castle" I meant someone like "Rick Castle" i.e. Nathan Fillion. But no, in this case I mean a place to actually live. I've finally got an apartment that I might actually be accepted into. I'll admit being turned down for the first few apartments put a HUGE stopper to my momentum. I feel badly that I didn't even really try other than looking online unless my roommate guilted me into it pretty heavily. I'm really not a fan of calling people if I can help it. So now, I have to decide if I really actually want to move into this apartment. I don't hate it, but I don't love it. I don't know. My plan is to sleep on it. I'm kind of worried that this will be my only chance though. I don't want to be stuck somewhere and be unhappy, but that's kind of how I was about Brentwood before too. And Brentwood was fine. I learned to be okay with it. So I guess I can learn to be okay with this place. I like that it's kinda big. It's lame, but it means my cats will have lots of room to run around. I also hope that they will be okay there... and that it won't be too restrictive having them around. It already means I can't have the doors open to get a breeze, but if I can open the windows, that will be good. Yes. I worry way too much about my cats. It's silly, but whatever. I am also fairly certain I'm using my cats as an excuse to pay more for the bigger place. The small place was nice, but it was SMALL. I guess that's just where my princess-y-ness comes into play. The price difference isn't really that much... but the space difference is big. Another problem is the electrical bill. In winter, there will be more space to heat up, which will raise the bill. I'm hoping that I won't have to run the heat hardly at all, but I won't want it to be freezing, because, again, I don't want my cats to suffer. I'll have to find a happy-medium.
To be honest, my biggest biggest biggest concern is that I'll move in, start paying rent... and then run out of money. And then have to call my Mom for more money. She's already helping me with the up-front deposit. If I had been smart with my money, I wouldn't have needed help. But instead, I spent oodles of dollars on MH dolls. Of course. I wish I had more self-control when it comes to buying stuff. It's stupid that I spend money on things I promptly shove into storage containers so that my roommate doesn't see them. Of course, if I live by myself, I can display dolls all I want. Or at least put them on shelves in the closet so I can hide them from my cats. I just hope I don't go too hermit-y. I'm already pretty hermit-y, and don't like to do stuff... so we'll see. I mean, I am introverted and like alone time, but being alone all the time...? It will be different.
Goodnight~
