Landlord finally just emailed me to tell me we’re going to get a new dishwasher “sometime soon,” which is cool and all since it’s been dead since summer. Except now I have to email him back this afternoon and tell him I’m closing on a house in a few weeks.* This means I should also get around to telling my damn roommate.** I love that I’ve had a Saturday morning to myself at the house but when she’s gone so early, it usually means she won’t be back until super late either.
*This and **this are things I’ve been avoiding because who knows what the home inspection will reveal but that’s happening in an hour. I planned to tell her after the inspection earlier this week but it got pushed back.
Soooo…fingers crossed inspection goes well so I can stop feeling like anxious-vomiting all the time over that…but fingers crossed I also don’t anxious-vomit over telling these people that I’m (hopefully) outta here for 2018.