• My girlfriend and I decided we were going to move out to an apartment for school this year
• My parents gave us a couch set, a water fountain, and told us they’d pay first & last
• Her parents offered us a bunch of stuff like pots & pans
• We bought some cookware on clearance
• I looked up some apartments in Windsor
• We went and seen two, one on Millen St and one on University Ave W
• Decided the first (Millen) was crap and a dump and wouldn’t pay $400/mo for it let alone $570
• Fell in love with the second (on University)
• Before we even go halfway home, had called the guy and told him we’d take it

So now, we’ve got a 1 bedroom apartment with a fair amount of space (600+ sq.ft. I think), $600/mo all inclusive, includes a fridge, stove, microwave, private washer/dryer, and even air conditioning. It’s 14 minutes away from school and about 4 minutes away from my friend’s.

So sweet deal, eh? But what about my Star Wars poster and other things, including my B-wing lego set, my large Master Chief wall-sticker, my two swords, and 40+ Nintendo Power posters? Laura has already said she’s the “decorateur”, and while I’m sure she’ll do a fine (amazing) job of it, she’s not nearly as geeky as I am (yet still pretty geeky). I’m sure you can understand that small spot of rust in this amazing shiny new deal.

However, there is hope – last night she professed to me that she thinks the Star Wars poster might look nice in the living room, since there’s a lot of blue in it and that would match our couches. And if not then I can put it in our bedroom. Sweet. I just love that girl.