OFFICIALLY
I am no longer a resident in that house .
Fucking sweet.
Had another arguement on Tuesday (El Día de los Muertos) and the final result was GET OUT. So I packed. Dismantled the room. Laundered. Now, as soon as Doobie is ready, we're taking his truck to load it up and store the shit in his garage. The room will be mine on November 15.
Which means, in effect, I only have half a months rent to pay, and all I have to do is couch-surf for a couple of weeks.
Finally, a radiant light. The end of the tunnel is at hand.
See what a fucking good mood I'm in? What the hell am I talking about? I guess I always wax poetic at the better times.
I discovered as I got my worldly posessions all together in one place that I have much less stuff than I thought. This also is a good thing. I prefer the idea of having a portable life; the house I'm moving into is so full of shit, interesting shit, that it would take weeks to move.
More on the house later. There are animals.
Fucking sweet.
Had another arguement on Tuesday (El Día de los Muertos) and the final result was GET OUT. So I packed. Dismantled the room. Laundered. Now, as soon as Doobie is ready, we're taking his truck to load it up and store the shit in his garage. The room will be mine on November 15.
Which means, in effect, I only have half a months rent to pay, and all I have to do is couch-surf for a couple of weeks.
Finally, a radiant light. The end of the tunnel is at hand.
See what a fucking good mood I'm in? What the hell am I talking about? I guess I always wax poetic at the better times.
I discovered as I got my worldly posessions all together in one place that I have much less stuff than I thought. This also is a good thing. I prefer the idea of having a portable life; the house I'm moving into is so full of shit, interesting shit, that it would take weeks to move.
More on the house later. There are animals.