So... now that the other Thing is as resolved I care for it to be, and I've finally started processing it all... I've also started processing that we've GOT A RENTAL HOUSE IN NEW ORLEANS FFS. 😺😺😺😺😺

Three-bedroom shotgun. Huge. No internal doors, but that's what folding screens are for. TONS of room for a bedroom, two healthy-sized studios/private rawring dens​, and some guest space. Our own laundry hookup.

Shorter distance from two cafes and a five-star brunch place. Medium walking distance from City Park, which might be the single most beautiful place I've ever seen... and as soon as I get a smartphone that can tether, it'll be MY OFFICE.

Plus, apparently we're right on the Endymion Krewe's parade route. That's the largest Mardi Gras parade, and evidently having a house on it carries a substantial amount of social capital (if for no other reason than you can provide precious precious water and clean toilets).

And here's the kicker: $950/month. It's a third LESS than Peg was paying for her two-bedroom shithole in the University District with a washer that made everything smell like huitlacoche. Honestly, I love y'all, but Seattle can basically go fuck itself. >___~

Yeah. Honestly, I didn't think Peg and I were capable of this level of adulting either... Now comes the tough parts: getting all our shit down there, getting insurance-car-appliances-furniture-Internet all set up, and starting my new role at my job WHILE all this is happening...