The apartment!

Since we moved here with a pile of boxes, we've been playing a perpetual game of tetris with the junk. Today at about 7:30 pm, we beat the game. The apartment was clean.

So now I can finally show you my humble abode. As you know, I'm living the sweet life with a balcony and loft. My loft. Not anyone elses loft. Mine!

The Balcony has a tremendous view. I can't believe how lucky we got to have this place, top floor, right on the corner of the complex, looking out towards the center of Beaverton. Portland is actually less than a ten minute drive away. This is why I sometimes say 'moved to Portland'. I have all the benefits of being close without being in the middle of metropolis hell. Beaverton is about the size of Saint John, less a harbor.

Another glory of the apartment is the washer and drier in the closet. Now when I gloob food on myself, my shirt isn't out of the running for a week. I can just wash it. I don't even need to put on pants. That's the ultimate joy. Washing every single pair of underwear without having to venture out into public al la commando.

Good times.

Greypaper

Greypaper is updated. I like the new layout. It was too dark and round before.
Please let me know what you think. :)

Time to settle down.

For those who don't already know, I am getting married tomorrow. Yes, you heard right. Eli and I, who have been discussing this move since we came to Oregon, have decided we enjoy each others company above all other. I am happy, and a little nervous. I imagine girls are born for this day. It lies dormant like a hereditary disease, then suddenly your being proposed to and a squealing little girl comes busting out of your chest like in those alien movies.

The suddenness of the wedding is due to the fact I have to leave soon because my time here is up (The time flies sometimes, doesn't it). I want to stay here. I want to put down roots, raise a family... well.. a dog anyway. We all know how I am with children. A story for another time!

Portland area is a great place for an artist as well... and there's a zoo 5 minutes away. There's also a strip club one block over, but it seems pretty subdued. It's one of those 'gentleman's clubs' which means they leer in fancier clothing I guess.

I think I just want the day to be over. My brain keeps telling me it's late at night, but it's only 6:30 here. Ah well. Time seems nonexistent when I'm up in this loft.

For the record. I am not wearing a dress, I am not wearing white, I'm keeping my last name, and Blue Bunny will be attending the service. Likely afterwards we will go out for pizza. I'm classy like that.

I updated Greypaper.com again for your looking perusal. Enjoy!

A turtle of a dove

So as you know I am in America and dealing with all the process of living here. Finally I decided to do the thing everyone dreads. I called a lawyer. Well.. Eli called a lawyer, because phones make me fearful. So anyway, he calls and she tells him that the process is fairly simple because I am Canadian. It a combination of things apparently, all stemming from the 'I came to America and fell in love' thing.

The lady is asking some pretty girthy fees, but she says it can speed it up and make sure there's no mistakes done. I'm thinking we will pay her, because while the process is underway, I can't leave. It takes about 3 months without mistakes. God knows I will make enough mistakes. I want to be able to leave to come home for Christmas. Let's face it. Christmas is not Christmas without clementines, apple cidar, Roger, Kenny & Dolly, family, and the christmas tree light domestic dispute.

So I don't need to worry anymore, and I don't need to return to Canada to renew anything so long as the application is out there. This takes a load off my mind. It means not paying off certain debts as fast, but by god it's peace of mind.

In the unlikely event it all goes sour, who cares! I can slink back to Canada with Eli and my tail between my legs. All I care about is that it's out of my hands and immediate worry zone. I could digest a car with my worry filled stomach acids!

Anyway. Mom says I don't update enough. She says I should update once a week. I will try to do this, and include more of my work. I will also update greypaper sometime. Honest.