Getting the job done
When we started all this moving mess Thursday, I would have never guessed that by Saturday night, we would be done.
Draco and I both hate moving and because of that, it’s usually something that gets procrastinated over.
The last time we moved, it took the better part of a month of days off to get it done.
When Draco looked at me yesterday afternoon and said we’d be done soon, I thought he’d bumped his head.
Sure enough, by 5 pm, we were pretty much done.
Having or own place again this weekend had been an experience. It’s been over 3 years since it was just us or just us and Mini-Me.
I can’t lie, our place is tiny and with three of us here and moving that fast, the house is like an obstacle course right now and the attic is about to burst at the seems, but I know I have the tools I need to get things under control. It’s just a matter of getting there.
I’ve realized this weekend that even though helping my parents was necessary, and I will be forever grateful for L and all she’s done to help us, that Draco and I just aren’t cut out for living with other people.
It’s not the other people, it’s us.
This little apartment made us both raise our eyebrows for a minute, but now that we’re here and getting settled in, it seems to be growing on us both. We’ve had a few moments of clear floors to see that once everything is put away, it will be fine.
I’m not kidding when I say we’ve lived in worse.
Our last place was an emergency move. We were supposed to be buying a house from a friend of a friend to keep her family home from going into foreclosure. She seemed so sincere and we trusted her, making payments through her to the finance company. It seemed like a perfect solution for everyone. Until I found out that the payments we were giving her never saw the finance company and that she was telling people we weren’t paying.
The fight that ensued was huge and ended with them threatening to call the police on me and Chicklet because I told her I was going to beat her ass and meant it and Chicklet nearly did.
In the end, the house was being foreclosed on quickly and we had to leave fast.
The only place we could find that would allow us to have our bulldog was an old hotel that had been converted (and I use that term loosely) into apartments.
It was in the middle of one of the worst neighborhoods in town and my bathroom and kitchen were one room. Not even kidding. It was horrible. We had no car at the time, so we didn’t have much choice.
Compared to that place, this place feels like a mansion!
Overall, L has taken us leaving better than I thought she would. I think it helps that we are just down the street from her.
Money will be tight the next few weeks as we begin the process of straightening things out here and all of our personal bills come due, too. Internet, other than on my phone, will have to wait a few weeks, so all of my blogging will be done via my WordPress app for now and I’m already in the grip of World of Warcraft withdraws.
Never fear though, I’m not going anywhere, especially now that I have my own place again!
I will leave you with a picture of my youngest granddaughter that I got to see this weekend. Can you believe those little chunky checks!!