[Written yesterday]
For now... I've moved in. Doesn't feel much like home. I'm find familiar instincts such as the desire to be alone. There is a train that has gone by... two fire engines... and lots more to write about.
Yesterday (the 15th) I packed from 1pm to 2am. I spent the morning confirming moving plans and canceling various products. I ended up spending the whole day online although I was only listening to music and watching online documentaries. There was a breif scare earlier in the week (I can't remember when) where I changed my address on my insurance policy, only to cause issue with the credit application with the dealership. I had to breifly switch it back (gayness I tell you). I'm finding my fondness for my new car frightening. I enjoy the way people look at me as I pass them on the highway. I love how new and 'tight' the car feels. I love the power everything... I still miss my 94... but there is nothing I can do about that now. Especially since I know it was eventually going to die. Probably had 400,000km on it for all I know...
I found 3-4 cards that said "Best boyfriend ever" sorta stuff... her old bikini that she loved... and lots of other stuff that was hers. I had to stop to avoid a break down and went for a walk... two of them. The dog was totally freakng out and I had to love her up. It reminded me of the 'scrap book' material I was saving up for our 2 year anniversary. All of it trash now... shreaded in a paper shreader. You want to talk hurt... its my own fault for never cleaning my room... talk about life resolution.
The move when fine mostly. Some issue with my mom and an appointment she has to keep. I don't know what I'm going to do about that just that its going to fuck my shit up seriously if I end up having to take her.
Caused some drama. Very frustrating. I packed up the 15th pretty much all day. I was very tired by the end of it and finally went to sleep at 2... well 2:45. I woke up at 7:30am to get my rental van... which turn out to be just big enough. Next time I'm renting a cube van/truck. I was back home by 9... had to pack more shit up... unassemble my desk and run to the hardware store to get various screws, nuts and bolts... (Insert inneudeo joke here). That threw me off schedule.
Okay.. as a side note... I have some sort of planning OCD. I love making a budget, making schedules and other plannings ahead. Recently this seem to be a topic of conversation amongst my family members. It seems everyone can rely on me not to fuck up (no pressure!). The hardware store visit threw off the schedule but I was able to offset it by asking my mom to throw my laundry into boxes for me so that I'd have clean clothes for the next day. By the time I left I was only a half hour behind schedule; which is exactly what I was expecting (WHAT?!). The first left turn.... I flung my prized LCD monitor against the van and 'adjusted' the frame. I'm currently using my new TV as monitor... I'm afraid to check its' status. The LCD if broken might be replaceable because of an extended warrenty plan I bought. I kinda hope its broke
.
I went to my grandma's to pick up a bed... which meant putting a queen size box spring & mattress into the van by myself. It involved repacking the van and shoving the 'bed' into it by myself. Everything just fit.. despite my fear I left something behind.. that went well. Did I mention I hate driving cargo vans.... ASSSSSSS!
I breifly visited my grandma only to say I wasn't staying "Hello; goodbye". Did I mention when I left my dog was freaking out?! I made it here in the expected time.... only to tell my friend to wait 20 mins before leaving.. and it took him longer to get here than me (here being my new place). I had been 1/4 unpacked when showed up. To be honest I'm so tired from packing that I just was happy to have help again finally. We got done faster than expected only to find out that I don't get to pick up a cell phone today
. So I'm incomunicato for at least a week. At least I'll have the internet tomorrow (I'm typing into a txt file for now).
My buddy.. kinda hung over from last night was tired from helping me and talked me out of getting some furniture and new tv for the next day. I was about to turn back when I thought that was a dumb idea. I got back into the empty van... Drove.. got a shelf and a TV stand... went to Best Buy (electronics store) and picked up the last TV I wanted... got a cheap extended warrenty (did I mention I LOVe extended warrenties) and some HDMI cable (Hi, i'm typing thanks to that HDMI cable). Thanks to my foresight, I got the last really good 32" tv that was on sale!
I then went looking for some fast food... my beloved wendy's. Hunger took over before it was mission success... so I found some shwarma. Once I ordered left to see a health notice "Conditional pass" in the window.... neadless to say... ya.. I got sick from eat the food.
I dropped off my purchases and headed back.
All in all I think I spent $1,500 today.
Grossness:
[spoilers]All this solid walking around and whatever else has given me some gnarly painful rashes. It hurts.[/spoilers]
I dropped off the van 9:00pm. 53 bucks in fuel. All in all.. the day pretty much went as expected... except for the part of my buddy bailing on me early. which is fine. The breif help provided was what was needed the most.
I packed up some odds and ends into my new car and drove home. Grabbed my lotto ticket for 40 millions (because I'll obviously win).... the dog.. the dogs stuff... and left. Seems to be some drunk drivers on the road.. but it was 10:00pm and I probably shouldn't have been driving.. but I made it back okay
I found out that my new place is 99.9 km from my old one....
I came back... walked the dog quickly... unpacked a little.. made my bed and assembled my TV stand. I had some beer so I made a game out of it. Its the Ikea drinking game. Past experience has taught me that assembling ikea shit and drink is never a good combiniation. I spent 30 mins trying to get a park out of a 'hole' that didn't belong... lol.. good old idea.. things can be fixed with tools that aren't tools. I had to use a kitchen knife (not pliers) to get them out.
So now.. I'm playing with the dog.. and writing this blog.
I took my dog out to and started realizing how familiar this feeling of desire to be alone is. I feel mostly healed. I feel like I'm on the path I'm suppose to be on... I just wish there wasn't so much hurt. I was going to watch a movie and unwind.. but writting this blog took much longer than expected... and well.. I'm about 7 beers in and its time for bed.. cable guy in 5hrs.... HELLO INTERNET.
Peace!
For now... I've moved in. Doesn't feel much like home. I'm find familiar instincts such as the desire to be alone. There is a train that has gone by... two fire engines... and lots more to write about.
Yesterday (the 15th) I packed from 1pm to 2am. I spent the morning confirming moving plans and canceling various products. I ended up spending the whole day online although I was only listening to music and watching online documentaries. There was a breif scare earlier in the week (I can't remember when) where I changed my address on my insurance policy, only to cause issue with the credit application with the dealership. I had to breifly switch it back (gayness I tell you). I'm finding my fondness for my new car frightening. I enjoy the way people look at me as I pass them on the highway. I love how new and 'tight' the car feels. I love the power everything... I still miss my 94... but there is nothing I can do about that now. Especially since I know it was eventually going to die. Probably had 400,000km on it for all I know...
I found 3-4 cards that said "Best boyfriend ever" sorta stuff... her old bikini that she loved... and lots of other stuff that was hers. I had to stop to avoid a break down and went for a walk... two of them. The dog was totally freakng out and I had to love her up. It reminded me of the 'scrap book' material I was saving up for our 2 year anniversary. All of it trash now... shreaded in a paper shreader. You want to talk hurt... its my own fault for never cleaning my room... talk about life resolution.
The move when fine mostly. Some issue with my mom and an appointment she has to keep. I don't know what I'm going to do about that just that its going to fuck my shit up seriously if I end up having to take her.
Caused some drama. Very frustrating. I packed up the 15th pretty much all day. I was very tired by the end of it and finally went to sleep at 2... well 2:45. I woke up at 7:30am to get my rental van... which turn out to be just big enough. Next time I'm renting a cube van/truck. I was back home by 9... had to pack more shit up... unassemble my desk and run to the hardware store to get various screws, nuts and bolts... (Insert inneudeo joke here). That threw me off schedule.
Okay.. as a side note... I have some sort of planning OCD. I love making a budget, making schedules and other plannings ahead. Recently this seem to be a topic of conversation amongst my family members. It seems everyone can rely on me not to fuck up (no pressure!). The hardware store visit threw off the schedule but I was able to offset it by asking my mom to throw my laundry into boxes for me so that I'd have clean clothes for the next day. By the time I left I was only a half hour behind schedule; which is exactly what I was expecting (WHAT?!). The first left turn.... I flung my prized LCD monitor against the van and 'adjusted' the frame. I'm currently using my new TV as monitor... I'm afraid to check its' status. The LCD if broken might be replaceable because of an extended warrenty plan I bought. I kinda hope its broke
.
I went to my grandma's to pick up a bed... which meant putting a queen size box spring & mattress into the van by myself. It involved repacking the van and shoving the 'bed' into it by myself. Everything just fit.. despite my fear I left something behind.. that went well. Did I mention I hate driving cargo vans.... ASSSSSSS!
I breifly visited my grandma only to say I wasn't staying "Hello; goodbye". Did I mention when I left my dog was freaking out?! I made it here in the expected time.... only to tell my friend to wait 20 mins before leaving.. and it took him longer to get here than me (here being my new place). I had been 1/4 unpacked when showed up. To be honest I'm so tired from packing that I just was happy to have help again finally. We got done faster than expected only to find out that I don't get to pick up a cell phone today
. So I'm incomunicato for at least a week. At least I'll have the internet tomorrow (I'm typing into a txt file for now).
My buddy.. kinda hung over from last night was tired from helping me and talked me out of getting some furniture and new tv for the next day. I was about to turn back when I thought that was a dumb idea. I got back into the empty van... Drove.. got a shelf and a TV stand... went to Best Buy (electronics store) and picked up the last TV I wanted... got a cheap extended warrenty (did I mention I LOVe extended warrenties) and some HDMI cable (Hi, i'm typing thanks to that HDMI cable). Thanks to my foresight, I got the last really good 32" tv that was on sale!
I then went looking for some fast food... my beloved wendy's. Hunger took over before it was mission success... so I found some shwarma. Once I ordered left to see a health notice "Conditional pass" in the window.... neadless to say... ya.. I got sick from eat the food.
I dropped off my purchases and headed back.
All in all I think I spent $1,500 today.
Grossness:
[spoilers]All this solid walking around and whatever else has given me some gnarly painful rashes. It hurts
.[/spoilers]
I dropped off the van 9:00pm. 53 bucks in fuel. All in all.. the day pretty much went as expected... except for the part of my buddy bailing on me early. which is fine. The breif help provided was what was needed the most.
I packed up some odds and ends into my new car and drove home. Grabbed my lotto ticket for 40 millions (because I'll obviously win).... the dog.. the dogs stuff... and left. Seems to be some drunk drivers on the road.. but it was 10:00pm and I probably shouldn't have been driving.. but I made it back okay
I found out that my new place is 99.9 km from my old one....
I came back... walked the dog quickly... unpacked a little.. made my bed and assembled my TV stand. I had some beer so I made a game out of it. Its the Ikea drinking game. Past experience has taught me that assembling ikea shit and drink is never a good combiniation. I spent 30 mins trying to get a park out of a 'hole' that didn't belong... lol.. good old idea.. things can be fixed with tools that aren't tools. I had to use a kitchen knife (not pliers) to get them out.
So now.. I'm playing with the dog.. and writing this blog.
I took my dog out to and started realizing how familiar this feeling of desire to be alone is. I feel mostly healed. I feel like I'm on the path I'm suppose to be on... I just wish there wasn't so much hurt. I was going to watch a movie and unwind.. but writting this blog took much longer than expected... and well.. I'm about 7 beers in and its time for bed.. cable guy in 5hrs.... HELLO INTERNET
.
Peace!