In the last episode:
So, it's been a while, eh?
It took us a week to pack up everything, move them to a storage (no way are we moving all our stuff twice) and to my father's place, and clean up the apartment. It was totally a week from hell, and my arms and legs felt like spaghetti after only two days. It was straining both physically and mentally to get up at seven, do full eight hours at work and then another eight at home.
Still, we managed to get everything done by Sunday 31, when N's little sister graduated from high school. Neither of us particularly felt like attending but there really was no other choice, and I know we'd have regretted it later had we not gone. It was a glorious day and the food was good, and in other circumstances we might have even had fun :P But after the week we'd had, plus the two hours listening to graduation speeches etc. at the school, not so much.
Now we're living with my father in the tiny one-bedroom apartment, and in my childhood room we have five closets, three bookcases, sofa, desk, double bed and seven computers. Oh, and maybe an inch of free floor space. If we don't kill each other during the summer, we'll probably be still together when we're eighty...
Fortunately my father isn't home more than two or three days a week, so we have a bit more breathing room. I can't wait to get the fuckers out of our new home, and move there.
It took us a week to pack up everything, move them to a storage (no way are we moving all our stuff twice) and to my father's place, and clean up the apartment. It was totally a week from hell, and my arms and legs felt like spaghetti after only two days. It was straining both physically and mentally to get up at seven, do full eight hours at work and then another eight at home.
Still, we managed to get everything done by Sunday 31, when N's little sister graduated from high school. Neither of us particularly felt like attending but there really was no other choice, and I know we'd have regretted it later had we not gone. It was a glorious day and the food was good, and in other circumstances we might have even had fun :P But after the week we'd had, plus the two hours listening to graduation speeches etc. at the school, not so much.
Now we're living with my father in the tiny one-bedroom apartment, and in my childhood room we have five closets, three bookcases, sofa, desk, double bed and seven computers. Oh, and maybe an inch of free floor space. If we don't kill each other during the summer, we'll probably be still together when we're eighty...
Fortunately my father isn't home more than two or three days a week, so we have a bit more breathing room. I can't wait to get the fuckers out of our new home, and move there.