One disorganized move

So one question left to be answered since my blog sabbatical is how did my move go.

To be honest it was far more stressful and disorganized than I intended, even with my pre planning. Although it felt like I had purged tons I still ended up with over 10 boxes of random sort items and we were still packing as the moving van drove off! Yeah it sounds simple enough, just donate the boxes without looking, but we literally got to the point where we were just throwing everything into them even some things that actually get used regularly.

Thankfully I moved as much as I had packed and the big items early enough to leave me a couple weeks to finish packing and clean. The unfortunate party was after the moving truck left my son refused to even see the house again, this move has been hard on him. So it was me for a week pretty much doing it all myself. My sister came with me occasionally, particularly helping a lot towards the end. Although she wasn’t much help when it came to packing, she worked her ass of scrubbing walls and blinds and filling in holes.

All I can say is thank God for my friends and family who showed up and a $250 non refundable cleaning fee otherwise I would never have gotten out and gotten my deposit back! So all my stuff is in storage, my life in boxes, and I wait until I’m approved to find my next rental.

I hope I won’t have to move again for 4 years at least. Whoo, we did it!!

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Resolving problems, I’m better than this

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I’m feeling so much better today after last night’s vent, not that we’ve resolved or even discussed anything, but I took more steps today towards getting my own place and resolving this living situation. Finally, I got my housing voucher and now I’m waiting to hear back as I requested to port out so we are close to my son’s school. I can’t wait to be able to apartment hunt!! I’ve also decided to take my son and visit my mom next month, staying here long term just isn’t healthy so I won’t be back until housing needs me here to sign paperwork. Well, in the spirit of having to do what I have to do in order to keep from flashing, my son is off to stay the next 2 nights at his friends house and hit a water park. 🙂 Fun times. I’m off to a concert Saturday and hopefully hanging with friends, I need a break and some pampering. Hmm maybe Sunday or monday I’ll take my son to a movie for some family time, I think we both need it.

I can’t let either of us succumb to other people’s attitudes and laziness, we are not them and need to rise above so we can’t be dragged down, and believe it’s getting us down. Oh man, that reminds me…I need to find a church.

Well, as you can tell I’m in a hurry. More later.

Passive aggressive b.s. vent

Grrr…what is wrong with people?!?! Just because I am inhabiting your house doesn’t mean you get to sneak around passively grounding my son from things!! Seriously, I’m right fucking here and nothing had happened to cut off his internet access (which he uses to stream music to sleep at night), why do you keep doing shit like this!! And seriously stop tying to act like you did it by mistake when you just told us you shut it off when we first asked! I’m so tired of passive aggressive bs and half truths, you’re his fucking aunt, not his mom, and you have no clue how to raise kids or teens just look at your kids.

I SO need my own fucking house!!!

Escape

What do you do when you are stuck staying with family and things get to be much?

So much has happened since I last posted, the biggest thing being I made it through the move!! Seriously that is the primary reason I haven’t posted in so long, that move was consuming. So as of July 1 I officially became a resident of my sister’s couch. I can’t say it’s horrible but it’s not entirely a comfortable situation. So here I sit in my new used mini van that was gifted to us by a couple amazing and generous guys that I can’t thank enough regrouping and resetting my mind before I go back inside.

I have no money and my friends are busy tonight…maybe I should go read in a park. Hmm that doesn’t sound half bad.

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