I've moved.
Sunday was a nightmare. I don't even want to talk about it yet. Suffice it to say my friend Sara was the only thing keeping me from going mental on my family. Like, do I need to be reminded over and over that I didn't pack very well? No. Why mention it every 5 minutes? I can't talk about it. Too fresh.
Did I mention my parents decided to stay at my house, rather than my sister's clean apartment? Among the chaos? The only rational reason why is they hate her and like me. I suspect this is not the reason, though.
Yesterday I did a walk-through with my landlord, who neglected to notice the nightmare condition of the windows, and he was pleased with the way the place looked. My parents and sister cleaned it while I was at work yesterday and I met them over there afterwards. (I realise I am a mean and thoughtless person to allow my parents to clean up that hellhole, but the alternative was calling in sick and everyone at work knows I'm not sick. My family needs to have something to laud over me for the next few years, since I'm usually the good child.) The only problem, and it probably won't be a problem, is that my (old) landlord is going to send me a registered cheque for my damage deposit. Not sure why he couldn't give it to me then, but whatever. I have proof that he didn't pay me and proof of the original damage deposit cheque, so it's fine.
The new place, despite being packed with boxes and bags, is good. I've noticed how dry it is and my body is having a hard time adjusting to dryness. And I'll be so excited to clear a path to the door so I can take the lawn chairs out onto the patio (patio!) and drink cold beverages when it's warm. Neighborhood is good, too.
The only forseeable downside is the problem I encountered yesterday morning. I kid you not: I was awoken by the sound of crows fighting!
Currently reading :
Hey Buddy!
By Peter Bagge
Release date: 01 September, 1997
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