Plaidophile

Argh, moving's going to be a bitch. Also Spud quite obviously hates my place but he won't say why. I'm sure he has valid design-based reasons which in his mind override the fact that this was a place I could afford in a nice neighborhood and works for what I want to do with it, and yes it needs a lot of work but it's also starting out as a perfectly livable place.

Also I met a couple of my neighbors, in the best possible circumstances; I had Spud and his family and John and three of The Suzies over, and everyone was being REALLY LOUD and I was a bit concerned that it might have been disturbing my new neighbors, but then as soon as Spud and John went out into the common hallway and talked fairly quietly the neighbors next door came out because only then did they hear anything. So I met them (Waldo and... uh... Donna? Deborah? I don't remember, I suck) and they seem pretty nice, and they have two cats, and also they said they've met all the other residents since there was the first homeowner's meeting a few weeks ago, and that there's a lot of cool people in the building. So, yay!

Apparently the girl who lives on the other side (I'm in the middle of the top floor) is named Coyote. For serious. So she's almost guaranteed to be cool.

But it still bugs me that Spud hates something about my place and won't tell me what it is. That bothers me more than whatever it is that he hates about it; I can rationalize around concrete reasons. So damnit Spud, just tell me already!

But, oy, moving's going to be such a pain! I'm already thinking I should maybe just sell my furniture and TV and buy new stuff to be delivered by someone else, except that'd be financially retarded.