We've gotten one offer for the place, but it was "outrageous" according to Dad, who luckily enough is something of a real estate guru and quite used to these sorts of situations. I hope to be entirely out of my place after Monday or so, and there's very little left, but it's difficult to move things when it's either a) blisteringly hot or 2) pouring rain. Once I'm out I'll spend a few days dusting, vacuuming and cleaning-- including Roommate's bedroom and bathroom, as he left behind everything he didn't feel like taking and didn't bother cleaning a damn thing. Guess he didn't want his deposit back.

There's little else to say. I get up early every morning, go to work, come home, take a nap, go to my second job, see Matt, come home, find dinner and go to bed.

Going back to my campus job in addition to my new job was not the wisest decision, but griping about it to my coworkers has so far saved me the inconvenience of having to leave again. Deep down I know my complaints about its tedium are mostly nullified by the modest stipend it creates alongside the wages from my other job. When I get paid tomorrow I should have enough banked from the last couple weeks to pay off my utilities, a slice of my credit card bill and half the cost of the computer. And it's still only mid-June.

A pack of investors is coming at 12:30 tomorrow to tour the condo, which I have been dutifully cleaning all week to help make a lucrative impression. With one roommate, almost all the furnishings and most of the filth gone, though, all the little imperfections are even more glaring-- the cracks in the walls, the stains on the counters, the paths worn into the carpet, the chipping paint. I'm sure their evaluation of my home of the last three years will not look as fondly upon this motley collection of flaws as I do. According to the realtor's initial estimation we're set to lose about $10,000 in the sale, compared to the several-thousand profit we expected to make when we purchased it, but I guess that comes with the business. It doesn't startle me as much as it should.

Two jobs, no internet and practically nothing in my house, but Jen and I still had a great time. I miss her even more now. The move should be done within the week, followed, I hope, by more regular updates.

Reading this, listening to this, trying to save this.

I'm not sure why I thought I could handle the move by playing it by ear. Move a few things here, a few things there, and then before you know it you're done, right? Well, Roommate and all of his things are gone, but only half my things are at Matt's and the house isn't even on the market yet. That's Oops Number One. Oops Number Two is that I have someone who wants to buy my bed but I still need it until I'm at Matt's, and Oops Number Three is that Jen's coming to stay here for a few days while she handles her last issues in Athens but I don't have anyplace for her to sleep. I also have yet to move all my essentials to Matt's or even give everyone the head's up about the new number and address or to redirect my mail or &c. &c. &c. I'm now living in two houses at once but neither of them is complete. And now that this place is more than half vacant... I've lived here for three years but it feels completely foreign without a second person here. Just massive, empty rooms. At the very least, Matt and I have been spending our weekends getting his place ready, and my office is starting to look great. I can't wait to be there full time. I have zero regret.

Updating at work. The home network is now defunct; Roommate moves out today and a lot of my stuff is already at Matt's. Unfortunately, the home isn't even on the market yet.