Home sweet home. Or at least I think. We have been to Jax four times this week. Everyday after work we drive an hour and a half to visit apartments. You cannot trust a damn thing that people say. The sq footage, the neighborhood, the accommodations, etc. The first apt. we thought about renting is not exactly in the best neighborhood, so the bf doesn't feel comfortable leaving the company vehicle unlocked. So...no go. We ended up finding a new place that's in a better neighborhood, with a gate, and all the extra stuff. The bf is really excited because for like $50 a month you can rent a 42" plasma screen tv for the living room. Just what we need right? Another tv. Whatever. It makes him happy.
My cardigan is block and buttoned, but we've been a little busy and haven't gotten around to taking pics. I told everyone who matters at work that I'm leaving in 2 months. Most people are really sad to see me go. One girl said "Sh*t the last good person is gone". It certainly makes work more bearable knowing that I won't have to deal with so much of my boss' crap anymore.
Oh one more thing...two Jax bonuses...
1. Beaches...with sand, and ocean, and YEAH!
2. Malls...real ones, with more than 3 stores...
PS This picture is for mom and dad...sailboats...around the corner from the new apt.