The New Place

DaGoddess @ 03:51

Last night Buster made dinner for me and for my soon-to-be roommate (hmm, what shall we name him? Dennis My Other Brother Darryl. We shall call him Dennis My Other Brother Darryl…or MOBD for short). BBQ chicken, baked potatoes, and I did up some veggies. After dinner, we managed to get one (one of two) of my “major bargain” sofas into MOBD’s truck. Buster insisted it wouldn’t fit. He’d measured the sofa, measure the truck, remeasured the sofa and the truck, and reremeasured both. He was certain one wouldn’t fit. I said it would. I eyeballed it. I even went and measured. I don’t know what math he did, but mine said “fit!” And I was right. There was even room leftover. Buster said, “oh, well, the other should fit now, too!” I shook my head doubtfully. We didn’t even bother to try after that.

About the sofas: they’re big. They’re solid. I bought them from a friend who was moving out of a huge house into a small condo (his wife died and he was losing his home). He had another sofa — Lord, I wanted that one in the worst way — but the two he was selling were nice as well. At first he wanted $400 for one, but I ended up with both for that price. Originally, he paid $2,000 a piece. Yeah. That’s what I said. But, that’s how it happens sometimes. Sadly, he wasn’t selling a queen sized bed or I’d have that, too. Ugh. Still have to get a bed.

So, anyhow, MOBD and I headed up the freeway to a part of Las Vegas I’ve never seen. North. Northwest. It’s further away than I thought it would be. But I like it. And I looked at both available rooms trying to decide which will be best for me. There’s the one right by the front door, which opens into the living room. This is the bigger of the two rooms. The other one is right by the garage and is down a short hallway. It also offers a very quick trip to the bathroom. Not that the other room doesn’t, but I could conceivably run from this room, into the bathroom naked and no one would see. Not that I intend to do so, but you know what I mean. Can’t decide which room I like better. I’ll be headed over there again today and will look again.

As I drove back toward the other house, I noticed how beautiful the Strip looked off in the distance. Yeah, it’s further away. I can’t see it at all from the new place, whereas I could see a portion of the strip from my bedroom window here. PotAYto, potAHto. There’s something familiar and cool about the new place. I think it may be the horses nearby. Yeppers, just like when I lived in Poway. Right around the corner are horses. It feels a little like home.

Also, over the hill (just up the street) is the desert. I mean, the honest to goodness desert. Kind of cool. And there’s all sorts of neat new things to explore once I move. Before then, too. When Little Dude gets here on the 14th, we’ll go ‘splorin’ like crazy. I can’t wait!

Still looking for a car, though. My budget keeps changing. I should have done this months ago, but I didn’t know I’d need to do this back then. Can’t change what you can’t change, right? Right. If I don’t find something today, I have to resume the search when I return from Portland. Oh, yeah, I’m heading to Portland to cover a festival this weekend. Leave Thursday, come back Tuesday. Got my press credentials/all-access pass taken care of and I’ll be photographing and interviewing artists whenever possible. This makes me very happy. My last travel gig yielded one photo in a national magazine, so there’s that…but I want more. I’m greedy. I want to be in several magazines and I want my writing published, too. I keep on trying.

With that said, my laundry appears to be done and I should really get to bed. I have lots to do between now and the time I get up, get the other sofa moved, explore new house, go car seeking, and come home to pack.

Just so you have an idea of what I’m leaving and what I’m gaining:

Old place new place

P.S. I feel very silly and almost a little conceited mentioning this, but I just discovered I was in the thank you section on my friends’ CD. I actually wept when I found out. (Thank you, Temple, for letting me know! I had the artwork for months and never saw it.)


  1. Good luck with the new home, it looks really nice.

    Comment by The Gray Monk — 2010/06/30 @ 06:05

  2. Enjoy Portland, the new place… and all that ‘splorin.

    Comment by Pam — 2010/06/30 @ 07:00

  3. The new place looks great! Hope all the moving and stuff goes well. And I hope you get lots of great shots in Portland! :biggrin:

    Comment by Teresa — 2010/06/30 @ 07:50

  4. Thanks! I don’t move for another month, but you better believe I’m going to take whatever I can over there while I have help. Not that there’s much to move at the moment. Nice thing is…there’ll be room for a guest on occasion!

    Comment by DaGoddess — 2010/06/30 @ 07:58

  5. I hope you are one step closer to your happiness goal in this new place. And the fact that you are near horses? Sssshhhhhweeeeeeet!

    Comment by Miachelle — 2010/07/03 @ 16:53

  6. I know, huh, Miachelle!

    Comment by DaGoddess — 2010/07/04 @ 10:45

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