Movin' on up... Date Saturday, April 20, 2024 - 01:51 AM PST Topic Experiences 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 :) This article comes from Shmeng http://www.shmeng.com/ The URL for this story is: http://www.shmeng.com/modules.php?op=modload&name=News&file=article&sid=154