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Articles: Movin' on up... |
Posted by
bettie_x on Wednesday, October 03, 2001 - 11:04 AM PST
We finally moved out of the crackerbox....
To all who've managed to cram and unreasonable amount of shit into a ridiculously tiny area, you understand what I mean.
My fiance moved into creepy E-13 two years ago....a small, odd bachelor pad of his very own. We would comando crawl up to the sliding glass door and take pictures of the dumpster divers, lie in bed all night and listen to the neighbor girl and her mother have yet another common knock down drag out, and as the dumpster was just below our window, we could just toss our trash and xmas trees out the window.
*sniff* memories...that godawful tofu pumpkin pie I tried to make for thanksgiving...falling down the stairs in the dark every other day...having odd miscelaneous neighborkids knock on my door and run in when I opened it, having the same kids wander in through an unlocked door and getting the holy piss scared out of them by my fiance (he does a great frankenstein lurch...*grin*) , poppy having her suprise litter of five rats, stella's death....
We just finally got a place for the both of us when they tried to raise the rent to $575. A ridiculous sum for the size apartment we were in...plus they started charging us water..not per unit, you see, but dividing the total water bill between the whole building tenents...and you KNOW that there are people not on the lease down the way blowing their nose and flushing the kleenex in toilet...anyway, I digress.
I had no idea we had so much crap. NO IDEA.
I borrowed my dad's flatbed and started to haul....BIG STUFF...by myself, as my fiance and his sister and herboyfried were packing boxes into their cars while I was off in hickland acquiring the truck. They were not there when I arrived, so thought to myself "hey, I can get a matress and box spring and rolled up carpet upstairs by myself".
I'm a retard.
I did it, mind you, I'm suprisingly strong for my size, but jesus christ, it was stupid. I about killed myself in the process, though. I also attempted to get a metal futon frame down a flight of stairs alone, trying to tetertotter it down the last flight and almost dropping the damned thing, but let it rest on the open door instead.
We started at 10am. We ended at 5:30 am. I got in bed at 6:30 am. Got up at 7 and went to work for 8 hrs, didn't get to bed until 3:30am.
The funny thing is, I wasn't tired at all. When I arrived at work, it was like groundhog's day (you know, the movie with bill muray)...my body just reset and it was like the day before hadn't happened. Granted, I was seeing things, a little distracted, a little crazy and stupid, but I was good! I really was!
I began to wonder how long I could go without sleep. I know that if you go so long, you go nuts and die. I decided to doubt this theory, test this theory, then decided then that I really MUST need a nap, because I was, in fact, going bonkers.
Luckily I've had today and the next off, and things are taking shape, and I've gotten a good long nap inbetween box dodging...
We were sad when we were done cleaning the empty apartment. It seemed so lonely, naked, abandoned....when we turned off the light and locked the door for the last time I got a sniffy...and when we drove away I broke down in tears, realizing that I had left without saying goodbye to little stella, lonely in her grave beneath my old kitchen window where I would blow kisses to her every night.
I hope she forgives me.
It was strange, all that excitement over a new bigger place turning murky with sadness and believe it or not, homesickness.
Maybe I'm just wierd, or maybe I'm just tired and need to go back to bed and leave this incoherant article to it's own devices, but I felt the need to share....
thanks for listening :)
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Re: Movin' on up...
by Schizo on Oct 03, 2001 - 05:10 PM
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I don't think you're wierd. I felt the same way when I moved from my little apartment to the cottage last week. My boyfriend and I were giving the place a final cleaning, and it seemed so sad, even though I love the new place. So much happened to me in that apartment. It was my first very own place. I changed from a raw kid to a grown-up there.
And the worst thing is, I didn't even get to say goodbye to the place. Before we were done cleaning, my parents showed up with some stuff from Pennsylvania that I asked them to bring me. So I had to leave my boyfriend there to finish the cleaning and take my parents over to the cottage. I never ended up going back to the old place.
But the cool thing is, my cottage feels like home, right away. It's home in a way that the apartment never was. It reminds me of the place I lived until I was 12, it reminds me of the Bible School I went to for 3 years, and besides, it's my boyfriend's home as well as mine, whereas the apartment was more mine, with his stuff just put on top of mine.
The only real problem so far is, we can't figure out how to turn on the furnace!!!
Last night, for the full moon, we lit a fire in the firepit and toasted marshmallows. Today I went walking in the woods after work and found a little pond in a clearing. I sure as hell couldn't do that in my apartment in the middle of town.
But I still miss the setting of my memories.
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I just moved too!
by ickgirl on Oct 04, 2001 - 09:05 AM
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...on Tuesday.
How are your pets adjusting? Mine seem to be freaking out.
(side note: devin, we need to talk about girlkitty, she's turning into a TRAMP).
Bettie, last night when I was putting together the bed (by myself) I thought of you. I nearly flung the boxspring through a window!!
Since I've been out on my own (about 7 years), I've moved every year - and each place I've lived I've cleaned spotless and said goodbye.
I'm going back this weekend to the old place to take care of that - we'll have to wait and see how emotional that gets...
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About to travel the same route
by Anonymous-Coward on Oct 04, 2001 - 12:23 PM
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It is just a matter of a count down in the hours when I will be leaving from Florida to Washington D.C. to find my new home.
One good thing, there will be no sad goodbyes for me here, all has been a bad nightmare since I arrived. But the one thing I am experiencing is fear..all the "what if's" are coming into play and pondering in my mind in the wee hours of the night.
Two months ago, I was so excited, now I am questioning my positions, it is strange. Two months ago when I received the phone call from my future employer, I thought to myself how lively my surroundings would be, but then, September 11th changed all of that..when I walk into my new job at the Pentagon, I feel as though I am going to re-live the incident over and over of September 11th, the walls will echo the residual of what once was, a constant aching reminder. *sighs* So much sadness to what should have been a great new beginning. I tell myself that I will and can over come that.
Then there is the whole moving ordeal..spending all day packing and loading a u-haul and making that 17 hour drive..but I'll be smoking the tires on the way out. Strange how you can have so many mixed emotions with a simple change of residence, isn't it?
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OUTRAGE!!
by bettie_x (strangersangel@hotmail.com)
on Oct 05, 2001 - 11:57 PM
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Okay, new place.
New hassle.
I have old style pin up girl stickers on my car. Two lucky 13 ones, one outline of a girl in cat ears and a bikini, and two betty page air fresheners. I have a leopard print steeringwheel cover, and it's obviously a girls car by the shoes and trash and makeup strewn amongst the seats.
I am driving today and realize there's something on my window. A piece of tape with something written on it.
As I'm causing a traffic hazard attempting to read it backwards (you could see through it), I deciphered the words: "this _insults_ women".
I about crashed my fucking car! I am so mad!
I showed my boyfriend, and he laughed, saying it was "ludicrous" and we were wondering who would have put something so retarded on my window. It was parked right in front of our building, so it has to be someone there. He called the apartment manager today and she flipped out "who would do something like that!? You are such nice people!" She told him to have me bring it in tomorrow, and to keep an eye out for people giving me dirty looks or anything, so I don't know what they are going to do about it, but I'm considering posting a note myself on my own windshield....a nasty one.
Can you believe this shit?! I'M a fucking girl, and I like LOOKING at pretty girls. I HOPE some anal rotten ugly bitch finds it insulting, because it saves me the trouble of tracking her ho-bag ass down and saying it to her face!I'm so angry...... ~
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