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Home, Dulce, Home
Sep. 9th, 2006 02:45 amI'm writing this sitting in my new home. Finally. After months of an exhausting and frustrating search I not only found a nice place but on Sept 3 I actually moved in. Yea Me!
Before I go any further let me say this:
Polyamory is.....always having someone to help you move. (If you're not familiar with 70s low brow pop culture, this chucklet will likely be lost on you.)
The He Harem came through and at various times Mr Z or Mr Q showed up to help me pack boxes, pack my car, get my stuff from storage and unpack it at my new H-O-M-E. Some of them almost crossed paths but schedules didn't work out. If it had it would have been the first time since I was about 18 that two or more of my *friends* would have been in the same place in the same time. (I'm not counting parties, clubs and other venues. Those liaisons are generally more, um, transitory in nature. I mean men that I care about and see regularly.)
I have extracted a promise that should I die, they will all gather and have a drink together in my honor. If they don't, I'll haunt their asses for the next 50 years.
Next, I've got to give a major "Thank You" to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
savethewave. After the move, everything was still in boxes and sitting in the general vicinity it was supposed to go in and he unboxed it all, set up all my electronics, my desk chair, all my books, CD, DVDs, VHS tapes and made this place feel like a real home. He added a bunch of neat little details that made all the difference between a place where my bed and desk are and a place I can hang out in and enjoy. He might seem like a tough guy in big, black stompy boots but inside of him is an Interior Decorator named Ramone with a closet full of tight, ruffled shirts fighting to get out.
I will be taking pictures of the new place and posting them in a few days. I'm hoping to be able to start inviting people over in a couple of weeks or so. I'm so excited I could just go *SPLURT!* (but I won't.)
Before I go any further let me say this:
Polyamory is.....always having someone to help you move. (If you're not familiar with 70s low brow pop culture, this chucklet will likely be lost on you.)
The He Harem came through and at various times Mr Z or Mr Q showed up to help me pack boxes, pack my car, get my stuff from storage and unpack it at my new H-O-M-E. Some of them almost crossed paths but schedules didn't work out. If it had it would have been the first time since I was about 18 that two or more of my *friends* would have been in the same place in the same time. (I'm not counting parties, clubs and other venues. Those liaisons are generally more, um, transitory in nature. I mean men that I care about and see regularly.)
I have extracted a promise that should I die, they will all gather and have a drink together in my honor. If they don't, I'll haunt their asses for the next 50 years.
Next, I've got to give a major "Thank You" to
savethewave. After the move, everything was still in boxes and sitting in the general vicinity it was supposed to go in and he unboxed it all, set up all my electronics, my desk chair, all my books, CD, DVDs, VHS tapes and made this place feel like a real home. He added a bunch of neat little details that made all the difference between a place where my bed and desk are and a place I can hang out in and enjoy. He might seem like a tough guy in big, black stompy boots but inside of him is an Interior Decorator named Ramone with a closet full of tight, ruffled shirts fighting to get out. I will be taking pictures of the new place and posting them in a few days. I'm hoping to be able to start inviting people over in a couple of weeks or so. I'm so excited I could just go *SPLURT!* (but I won't.)
