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I am never moving again. I am going to live with my parents for the rest of the life because moving sucks. There are no words to describe how much moving sucked. Holy fucking hell, those were the worse three days of my life.
The house we've moved into is pretty nice though. My bedroom is bigger, I get a bathroom to myself, and there's a bonus room where I can set up all my sewing stuff. My brother is in the basement, so I don't have to deal with him when he's in one of his oh-my-god-i'm-so-emo moods. There's a fantastic kitchen, a nice deck and a hot tub. We have the steepest driveway ever: it has already taken the life of one car (My brother's friend forgot to put on the parking break and his car rolled down the driveway. Only it wasn't his car. It was his mother's. Her convertible BMW. I was greatly amused.)
But I must rip down the wallpaper in my bathroom. It is bad. I hate it. And I plan of trashing it the first chance I get. The wicker light fixtures are pretty bad too, but I think I can live with them. Maybe they'll look better if I repaint them. (I'm probably more excited then I should be over the prospect of decorating a bathroom, but I really do love stuff like that; I plan on doing my bedroom next.)
So, just to reiterate, moving sucks and I hate it. AND I AM NEVER DOING IT AGAIN!
The house we've moved into is pretty nice though. My bedroom is bigger, I get a bathroom to myself, and there's a bonus room where I can set up all my sewing stuff. My brother is in the basement, so I don't have to deal with him when he's in one of his oh-my-god-i'm-so-emo moods. There's a fantastic kitchen, a nice deck and a hot tub. We have the steepest driveway ever: it has already taken the life of one car (My brother's friend forgot to put on the parking break and his car rolled down the driveway. Only it wasn't his car. It was his mother's. Her convertible BMW. I was greatly amused.)
But I must rip down the wallpaper in my bathroom. It is bad. I hate it. And I plan of trashing it the first chance I get. The wicker light fixtures are pretty bad too, but I think I can live with them. Maybe they'll look better if I repaint them. (I'm probably more excited then I should be over the prospect of decorating a bathroom, but I really do love stuff like that; I plan on doing my bedroom next.)
So, just to reiterate, moving sucks and I hate it. AND I AM NEVER DOING IT AGAIN!