Well… this is such a weird concept…
I don’t think I blogged about this before, so here’s a quick layout. Landlord. He’s an absolute jerk, for lack of some better terms I’d like to use and will refrain from typing for my own sanity (and karma, yay). He is turning out awesome apartment into two of them. Subsequently this means we have to leave our 3-bedroom 2.5-bathroom apartment. What happens next? Oh, we almost didn’t know. We were almost homeless for the first time in our lives. He told us we’re out. Done.
We’d been here 9 years with no issues. Nine amazing years full of awesome memories. But does any of that matter? No. It’s all about the money to this guy. As of July 1st we have to be out of our apartment and into another one; well, hopefully into another one for all he cares. He just wants us out.
This place has had 9 years of memories in the making… It’s sad to think of leaving it.
Luckily we found a new place. If I wanted to… I could grab stuff in my arms and walk it to the new place. I don’t want to, of course, but that’s just to put it into prespective. It’s a nice apartment. The house is a duplex and we get the right half of the place. The kitchen is nice, just doesn’t have a dishwasher (which sucks, but we’ll get one even if it’s portable or whatever). The living room area is nicely placed (though knowing my family, they should use the dining area as a living room) and the dining area is really nice. Everything has the right amount of light and everything just… seems right. We’re losing a LOT of cupboard space, but knowing my mother she’ll buy untis to put into the kitchen and hallway to make up for it all.
Now moving onto the big issue, which is the only damn thing that upsets me. My boyfriend and I need a place to live in this nice place and we had thought we sold my mother on one idea we had to start with… but the morning after we looked at the apartment she dropped a bombshell starting off with: “I hope you like the idea we thought of, because we’re doing it anyways.” Thanks for the option, mom. Thanks for waiting for me to sit and talk with me to discuss it, mom.
What we’re getting is the attic. Wonderful space, it takes up the entire length of the apartment and whatever. There’s one section that if we add a door it could have out bed and dresser and the other section a sitting room. The biggest downfall is this: The ceiling is unfinished. It’s all open insulation. We can’t move up into the space just yet until that happens. Another thing is that the ceiling is slanted, so we lose a little bit of space in that aspect because of it.
If it needs electrical work, then we have to wait even longer for my mother’s new “man” or whatever he is to her to get back from his next truck driving trip (he drives truck and whatever) to do it since neither my boyfriend nor I know how to do electrical work (or the sheetrocking that it’ll take to finish the ceiling). My father said he would come down to the place and help us do the whole thing so we can get into there, but knowing everything going on there with him, who knows when he’ll have the time.
So where will our things go until we get the bedroom finished? Mom doesn’t even know. Surprise surprise. We’ll likely to be sleeping in the living room with our shit sitting out until we can get it all finished.
Forgive me for being effing angry, but goddamnit! I haven’t had a porper bedroom in almost FIVE YEARS. You’d think I’d get a break since there’s room to do it and whatnot. Of course not. It’s imposible for something good to come from my mother to help me out. Yeah, she’s letting me stay with her for free at the moment since I have no job and I’m not in college this semester (next semester, I promise)… but the bedroom… seriously. It bothers me.
Oh, and… we’re totally sneaking a kitten into the upstairs and keeping it up there. I want one, landlord says we’re not allowed one, but damnit I want a cat. T_T
I’m sure everything will turn for the better in the end like it usually has… but… I can’t help but feel down on the inside from it. I don’t show it on the outside cause I know it’ll get better and I won’t let it ruin what goes on through my day-to-day life. That’s just me, I’ve always been strong like that and I’ll continue being the same throughout my entire life.
I’m just that stubborn.
In other news. My father and I had stopped talking for awhile because of bad wording on his part. Me being me, asked my boyfriend if we could take a surprise trip to go and see him. We went, and everything went fine. Mom HATED that we went saying it seemed like I was a little boy wanting his father’s approval… but we see how much I value her opinion on things like that. I rolled my eyes at her and said “I’ll see him when I want, deal” and called it a day. Reason I went in the first place was because I wasn’t going to JUST listen to her one side of the story. Needed to hear it from the horse’s mouth, so to speak.
Since I went there with my boyfriend we’ve goine a few more times and it’s been fun. We thought of moving out there and getting jobs and whatnot, we stayed a week and looked around and everything, but in the end it didn’t seem right to me just yet. Someday, I’m sure we’ll move out there (even if it’s a dream of mine to move around Virginia Beach, but hey dreams change) since I want to go to school for business and see what we can do about opening a hollistic/occult store out in that general area. Everyone keeps saying they really need one out there. Not juet yet, but within a couple years. By then I can have an Associate’s Degree in Business Management and we can open shop there after we find and buy a place. Dreams can come true, yanno.
Hm, what else. Ah. I took a break from modding on Gaia for the moment. I’ve so much going on in my life right now I can’t concentrate on even answering the simplest questions from people that (on rare occassions) decide to ask me stuff. So I’m on break. I’m not sure when I’ll go back, I don’t know when I’l have a job and when things won’t be so effing insane… so we’ll see. I miss it a LOT and the people there are so wonderful. I’ve gained some amazing friendships through it. Note to self: (which I’ll do after submitting this) change About Me on here to reflect that change. @_@;;
I started writing again, but it’s in small spurts there and there and it’s not on the series I even wanted to write, but I think this one will get me so much farther than the other one (it’s a good start at the least!). Since we’re packing I think most of my writing stuff has been packed up, so I’ll wait awhile before I get to hop back into the groove of it (and I’d like a nice desk to write at before I pick up a pen to write that series again. Hopefully I’ll have a job so I can get one. I already have one in mind, yay!).
Oh! I got in contact with an old best friend of mine that I lost contact with years ago. My boyfriend and I went to a Subway in WalMart the other day and she was the worker there. She doesn’t look a bit different than she did when we lost touch back in February of 05 or 06. I was really happy to see her and my boyfriend snuck a couplepictures of her since she wouldn’t let me get one. Heh. We think alike still (her and I). I need to e-mail this picture to her that she mentioned to me and I keep forgetting to do it since the picture is at my father’s house.
Holyyy crappp it’s 4am. I’m barely tired and we start moving whenever everyone gets up, the landlord gives us the key, and we getmy uncle here so he can get the U-Haul here and we can get it packed and blahblahblah. Ew, I’ve not said that in awhile. My dad’s trying to stop “blahblahblah” ‘ing. It’s not working. >_>;;
Hn. As for anything else… I think… I’m out of things to say. Shocking, srsly.
Ahwell. Let’s hope alls well that ends well.
Love and light to whomever may read this huge incessant piece of… literary art.
I like that. Literary art. *Drifts off into other thoughts of fantasy worlds and novelwriting*
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