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I was going to do a post, I think, talking about travel--I don't do it very much, and honestly, I don't think it counts, because it's basically flying back to Texas to see my parents. The interesting thing for me, though, is that every time I go back to Austin, I am more and more certain that I don't want to live there; it doesn't really feel like "my" city. After fifteen-plus years, I still don't really know the streets and the neighborhoods and the directions except the MOST famous, and Austin is a city where you have to drive--public transportation is pretty damn laughable. Whereas in Seattle, I know where places are, I know where streets are, and I can navigate comfortably in this gray wet windy pacific northwest place.
But. I don't actually mind leaving Seattle--and coming back isn't very exciting. There's always this little part of me that perks up when we land at the airport in Austin, and part of me that deflates when I have to leave. I blame it on my parents--because I know they'll be waiting when I arrive, and they stand and wave at me until I've gone through the security checkpoint when I leave. I talked to Mom a bit about whether they'd move, and for her, Austin is her city. She likes it there, hot summer weather and allergies and everything aside. They've talked sometimes about moving back to Korea, or moving closer to me, but after last week, I'm not sure. Mom says she'd like it if I could inherit their house, which I have mixed feelings about--because it is the house I grew up in, and I love it, but it's in Austin and it's that horrible sinking feeling of knowing your parents won't be there forever. There is going to be a point where I will go back to Austin and they won't be there and I will cry in public even though I hate it. W-wry.
Then I got sidetracked! Life rolls on--I'm back at work again for the first time in nearly two weeks (in a display of the worst timing ever, I got miserably sick for a week, and THEN I went to visit my parents for a week o lulz) and it is madly busy. Some people even noticed I was gone and expressed concern and relief that I was not, in fact, dead. :|b I am also running my first game of CFUW ever, and it's the whole IC CARRYOVER KILL GAME and ahhhhhhhhhh I'm so paranoid. XD IT IS A LOT OF FUN BUT I kind of wish I could've gotten some practice in first, but oh well. Dive in headfirst to the deep end, me! You can do it! Or die trying!
On that note, I thought about doing the "I always wanted to say ..." meme, but I figured I'd do the super-lazy version and leave it in my journal.
ANON COMMENTING IS ALWAYS ON IN THIS JOURNAL and I made sure it is this time |D SO PLEASE TELL ME IF THERE IS ANYTHING YOU WANT TO SAY.
Technically IP logging is on but I'm bad with tracking that sort of thing.
A-and if people in CFUD can tell me whether I am overdoing it with wolf or if they're enjoying it or if there's anything I can improve, please please do. ;o;
I was going to do a post, I think, talking about travel--I don't do it very much, and honestly, I don't think it counts, because it's basically flying back to Texas to see my parents. The interesting thing for me, though, is that every time I go back to Austin, I am more and more certain that I don't want to live there; it doesn't really feel like "my" city. After fifteen-plus years, I still don't really know the streets and the neighborhoods and the directions except the MOST famous, and Austin is a city where you have to drive--public transportation is pretty damn laughable. Whereas in Seattle, I know where places are, I know where streets are, and I can navigate comfortably in this gray wet windy pacific northwest place.
But. I don't actually mind leaving Seattle--and coming back isn't very exciting. There's always this little part of me that perks up when we land at the airport in Austin, and part of me that deflates when I have to leave. I blame it on my parents--because I know they'll be waiting when I arrive, and they stand and wave at me until I've gone through the security checkpoint when I leave. I talked to Mom a bit about whether they'd move, and for her, Austin is her city. She likes it there, hot summer weather and allergies and everything aside. They've talked sometimes about moving back to Korea, or moving closer to me, but after last week, I'm not sure. Mom says she'd like it if I could inherit their house, which I have mixed feelings about--because it is the house I grew up in, and I love it, but it's in Austin and it's that horrible sinking feeling of knowing your parents won't be there forever. There is going to be a point where I will go back to Austin and they won't be there and I will cry in public even though I hate it. W-wry.
Then I got sidetracked! Life rolls on--I'm back at work again for the first time in nearly two weeks (in a display of the worst timing ever, I got miserably sick for a week, and THEN I went to visit my parents for a week o lulz) and it is madly busy. Some people even noticed I was gone and expressed concern and relief that I was not, in fact, dead. :|b I am also running my first game of CFUW ever, and it's the whole IC CARRYOVER KILL GAME and ahhhhhhhhhh I'm so paranoid. XD IT IS A LOT OF FUN BUT I kind of wish I could've gotten some practice in first, but oh well. Dive in headfirst to the deep end, me! You can do it! Or die trying!
On that note, I thought about doing the "I always wanted to say ..." meme, but I figured I'd do the super-lazy version and leave it in my journal.
Technically IP logging is on but I'm bad with tracking that sort of thing.
A-and if people in CFUD can tell me whether I am overdoing it with wolf or if they're enjoying it or if there's anything I can improve, please please do. ;o;
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Mostly I'm still looking in the U-District! Even when Kari and Claire leave, I know Rommel and Kindra are planning on sticking around, Sean and Dora are relatively close, and so are Katy and TK. I just want something closer to my bus stop, so I've been eyeing places on 47th and even along 45th, though sadly, the one with the most awesome location (imo) is also scary expensive. Barring that, possibly Capitol Hill; I have a few coworkers in that area, so I was going to ask them whereabouts they live, and see if it suits what I want.
All I really know is that I want to live somewhere that I can have a cat. *g*
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I want a place that allows cats, too. The hard part will be getting my body used to cats again. ._. But I'll do it, even if I gotta take Claritin every day till it sticks!
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Mom is sending me some zyrtec, actually--it can kind of knock you out after a bit, BUT it seemed (??) to work better for me than the Claritin. When I get the package from her, if you wanna try one the next time we
try to kidnap Felicianovisit Katy or Jen, you're welcome to. o/From:
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Ooo, maybe. :) Claritin usually seems to work okay for me, but I will bear it in mind.
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get a rescue cat get a rescue cat:DFrom:
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(a) Get pet wipes - they have anti-allergy pet wipes at most pet stores, and although my cat is not terribly fond of being wiped down and smelling faintly of powdery flowers afterwards, it really does help.
(b) Keep the cat out of the bedroom for as long as you can. My house has a hallway door that used to close before the last earthquake came through (this is Illinois, not California, so earthquake-based house-shifting was not a factor I was expecting to have to adjust for!) But the cat lived in the front half of the house and I lived in the back half for most of the first 6 months I had him, which also helped me get myself acclimatized.
Now that the door won't fully latch and he's figured out how to open it from either side by hip-checking it in the right spot or by reaching up and grabbing the knob and pawing until it pops open, of course, my cat corralling techniques are less successful. B-but it was good while it lasted.
(c) Get a vacuum cleaner with a HEPA filter on it. (I have a bagless one, actually -- which means it gets emptied a LOT more often, which is also good on the dust-reduction front! I just have to make sure I empty it outdoors into the big street-garbage rather than the little kitchen-garbage.)
Good luck!