What a week
Saturday:
I got to the apartment in the morning. I spent some of the time tearing up some more bills and crap I really probably don’t need anymore. I hate that. Should have done it ages ago. I got a few bags of stuff tossed into the dumpster. Around 6:00 or 7:00 I finally gave up, showered, changed clothes and went to
semgs. Note to
mbumby: it’s quite all right. I know I got there kind of late. Next time I will get there earlier in the day.
Thank you to
kevinnickerson for the bottle of wine. When I got to the house, I found on youtube someone had uploaded the season finale of Dr. Who, so I drank some while watching it and finished the bottle off on Sunday. Thank you. And thank you to
mrs_sweetpeach for the bag of chips. Those were yummy. Wine and chips do go together. ^_^
Today:
I am finally finished moving out of my apartment. I finished last night this morning shortly after 1:00 AM.
My (now former) neighbor T. had come out at one point around 10:00 PM on his way to the nearby bar. I was just finishing up and realized I hadn’t taken my Shower Massager showerhead off to put the old one back on. I needed my channel locks to do it with, except they were packed in the back of the car…somewhere. I was trying to search for them underneath the other stuff when T. noticed my car packed and asked if I was moving. I told him yes. He isn’t too happy. “Damnit! Now we will probably have another loud person move in.”
“I am so sorry,” I told him. He was referring to the woman who just moved in above me. She turns her TV on really loud, has really loud friends and a 3 or 4 year old son who loves to run back & forth in the apartment and jump up and down like crazy. He does it for 10 minutes or so, which is followed by 10 minutes of lots of crying. That is followed by more running & jumping, followed by more crying. Wash, rinse, repeat. She also has a baby daddy who was in jail, but got out recently. B., the woman who lives above T. & across from new neighbor recently told me about an argument between baby momma & daddy right outside her door. He felt the need to shout about having been in jail. B. isn’t too happy about my moving out either.
She had told me once before, then T. admitted last night that a couple times in the past he had asked the manager if either of us were still living at the apartments considering we were both so quiet he was never sure.
Backtracking, I had gotten to the apartment yesterday around 11:30 AM determined to get everything else I could out of the apartment. A few times I started losing my mind because it seemed like every time I took a garbage bag of stuff I refused to take with me out to the dumpster, I’d get back and it seemed like twice as much stuff took it’s place. I began to really wonder if inanimate objects could actually multiply.
When it was clear to me that I would not be completely finished by 6:00 PM (when the office closes), at 5:45 I walked over to tell them I would be moving out. Yes, I waited that long. It turned out I actually had until July 12th. No matter. I was simply not going back again. I’ve used up most of the money I had left on gas for the past week. Also, on the way there, my “service engine soon” light went on. Not good. I’d been meaning to learn more about my car, it’s 7 years old. Well, technically it’s 8 years old. In any case, I should really know more about my car. Just never got around to it, because, in the past the people I could ask to “take a quick look” were nearby and generally available. Now they aren’t. Plus, I always at least had the money to get the basic maintenance done. Now I don’t. The engine light went back out as I was leaving the apt. complex parking lot. I meant to check my total mileage on the car but keep forgetting. I think it’s somewhere around 60,000 miles.
Oops, digressing.
Anyhoo, I told her I hoped to be out by the end of the day. That was when I found out I had until July 12. She told me to write a letter stating my intent to vacate. Fortunately, I still had some paper and pens I hadn’t yet brought back to the house. I lied and told her I did not have a new address I would be moving to yet. I didn’t get to clean and vacuum as well as I wanted to because by midnight. I was just too tired and hungry and desperate to be finished. I just told her that whatever fit in my car I was taking with me. She told me they would leave things there in case I wanted to come back for it.
Back to my neighbor T. when he told me he was walking up to the nearby bar for a couple beers, I told him to have one for me seeing as I can’t afford it now.
Ohh yeah, back to the reason I told the manager I didn’t have a new address: I know I won’t be getting my security deposit back. She didn’t inquire about July’s rent thank goodness, but I didn’t want to take a chance on them trying to also send me a bill for the “mess” I left. I got the kitchen mostly cleaned, and the stove, but the refrigerator/freezer is another matter. A bottle of apple cider had leaked in the freezer and I hadn’t gotten around to getting it cleaned out. The same for the fridge. Oops, oh well. I did also get the bathroom cleaned, but the kitchen and bathroom floors should have been mopped. And the carpets should have been vacuumed. I didn’t take the time for any of that. I just swept the bathroom and kitchen floors. Again, it was late; I was hot, tired, and really hungry by that time. I'd had a piece of toast before setting off for the apartment, around 10:00 am. I still had a couple cans of soup in the cupboard but my few pots and pans were already brought to the house. It didn’t occur to me until I was leaving that I probably could have cooked the soup in the can on the (electric) stove. Oh well.
And there is all the furniture I left behind.
I also would have liked to make a copy of the note I wrote, but the library was long since closed by the time I was satisfied with it. I wrote that if they haven’t heard from me by the 12th I would not be able to come back to pick up the rest of the stuff. I dropped the note off with all of the keys into the drop box.
Today, I finally remembered to get the 2 utilities shut off.
On another note, I found things while moving. Last week I found the book journal I had been searching for since I moved the last time 3 or 4 years ago. Except, I can’t remember which box it ended up in. *sigh*
Last night, I grabbed the only suitcase I own that had been sitting in a corner in the bedroom collecting dust. I figured I’d pack the last of the things I was taking with me into it. I dusted it off and opened it to find a couple articles of clothing I had forgotten about, but more importantly, a nice set of stereo headphones I had bought many years ago. I thought they had gotten lost when I broke up with TC. I hadn’t gotten around to getting fixed the ones I recently broke. Those ended up in the garbage a few days ago. Lately I’d just been using on my computer a smaller pair normally used with walkmans or the like.
That’s all I can remember for now.
I got to the apartment in the morning. I spent some of the time tearing up some more bills and crap I really probably don’t need anymore. I hate that. Should have done it ages ago. I got a few bags of stuff tossed into the dumpster. Around 6:00 or 7:00 I finally gave up, showered, changed clothes and went to
semgs. Note to
mbumby: it’s quite all right. I know I got there kind of late. Next time I will get there earlier in the day.
Thank you to
kevinnickerson for the bottle of wine. When I got to the house, I found on youtube someone had uploaded the season finale of Dr. Who, so I drank some while watching it and finished the bottle off on Sunday. Thank you. And thank you to
mrs_sweetpeach for the bag of chips. Those were yummy. Wine and chips do go together. ^_^
Today:
I am finally finished moving out of my apartment. I finished last night this morning shortly after 1:00 AM.
My (now former) neighbor T. had come out at one point around 10:00 PM on his way to the nearby bar. I was just finishing up and realized I hadn’t taken my Shower Massager showerhead off to put the old one back on. I needed my channel locks to do it with, except they were packed in the back of the car…somewhere. I was trying to search for them underneath the other stuff when T. noticed my car packed and asked if I was moving. I told him yes. He isn’t too happy. “Damnit! Now we will probably have another loud person move in.”
“I am so sorry,” I told him. He was referring to the woman who just moved in above me. She turns her TV on really loud, has really loud friends and a 3 or 4 year old son who loves to run back & forth in the apartment and jump up and down like crazy. He does it for 10 minutes or so, which is followed by 10 minutes of lots of crying. That is followed by more running & jumping, followed by more crying. Wash, rinse, repeat. She also has a baby daddy who was in jail, but got out recently. B., the woman who lives above T. & across from new neighbor recently told me about an argument between baby momma & daddy right outside her door. He felt the need to shout about having been in jail. B. isn’t too happy about my moving out either.
She had told me once before, then T. admitted last night that a couple times in the past he had asked the manager if either of us were still living at the apartments considering we were both so quiet he was never sure.
Backtracking, I had gotten to the apartment yesterday around 11:30 AM determined to get everything else I could out of the apartment. A few times I started losing my mind because it seemed like every time I took a garbage bag of stuff I refused to take with me out to the dumpster, I’d get back and it seemed like twice as much stuff took it’s place. I began to really wonder if inanimate objects could actually multiply.
When it was clear to me that I would not be completely finished by 6:00 PM (when the office closes), at 5:45 I walked over to tell them I would be moving out. Yes, I waited that long. It turned out I actually had until July 12th. No matter. I was simply not going back again. I’ve used up most of the money I had left on gas for the past week. Also, on the way there, my “service engine soon” light went on. Not good. I’d been meaning to learn more about my car, it’s 7 years old. Well, technically it’s 8 years old. In any case, I should really know more about my car. Just never got around to it, because, in the past the people I could ask to “take a quick look” were nearby and generally available. Now they aren’t. Plus, I always at least had the money to get the basic maintenance done. Now I don’t. The engine light went back out as I was leaving the apt. complex parking lot. I meant to check my total mileage on the car but keep forgetting. I think it’s somewhere around 60,000 miles.
Oops, digressing.
Anyhoo, I told her I hoped to be out by the end of the day. That was when I found out I had until July 12. She told me to write a letter stating my intent to vacate. Fortunately, I still had some paper and pens I hadn’t yet brought back to the house. I lied and told her I did not have a new address I would be moving to yet. I didn’t get to clean and vacuum as well as I wanted to because by midnight. I was just too tired and hungry and desperate to be finished. I just told her that whatever fit in my car I was taking with me. She told me they would leave things there in case I wanted to come back for it.
Back to my neighbor T. when he told me he was walking up to the nearby bar for a couple beers, I told him to have one for me seeing as I can’t afford it now.
Ohh yeah, back to the reason I told the manager I didn’t have a new address: I know I won’t be getting my security deposit back. She didn’t inquire about July’s rent thank goodness, but I didn’t want to take a chance on them trying to also send me a bill for the “mess” I left. I got the kitchen mostly cleaned, and the stove, but the refrigerator/freezer is another matter. A bottle of apple cider had leaked in the freezer and I hadn’t gotten around to getting it cleaned out. The same for the fridge. Oops, oh well. I did also get the bathroom cleaned, but the kitchen and bathroom floors should have been mopped. And the carpets should have been vacuumed. I didn’t take the time for any of that. I just swept the bathroom and kitchen floors. Again, it was late; I was hot, tired, and really hungry by that time. I'd had a piece of toast before setting off for the apartment, around 10:00 am. I still had a couple cans of soup in the cupboard but my few pots and pans were already brought to the house. It didn’t occur to me until I was leaving that I probably could have cooked the soup in the can on the (electric) stove. Oh well.
And there is all the furniture I left behind.
I also would have liked to make a copy of the note I wrote, but the library was long since closed by the time I was satisfied with it. I wrote that if they haven’t heard from me by the 12th I would not be able to come back to pick up the rest of the stuff. I dropped the note off with all of the keys into the drop box.
Today, I finally remembered to get the 2 utilities shut off.
On another note, I found things while moving. Last week I found the book journal I had been searching for since I moved the last time 3 or 4 years ago. Except, I can’t remember which box it ended up in. *sigh*
Last night, I grabbed the only suitcase I own that had been sitting in a corner in the bedroom collecting dust. I figured I’d pack the last of the things I was taking with me into it. I dusted it off and opened it to find a couple articles of clothing I had forgotten about, but more importantly, a nice set of stereo headphones I had bought many years ago. I thought they had gotten lost when I broke up with TC. I hadn’t gotten around to getting fixed the ones I recently broke. Those ended up in the garbage a few days ago. Lately I’d just been using on my computer a smaller pair normally used with walkmans or the like.
That’s all I can remember for now.