You're Older Than You've Ever Been...
Long time, no post. I've been set up in my new place for a couple of weeks now.
Let me rewind a bit.
About 6 months after Pop passed away, in late August (like the week after my birthday), we got an eviction notice.
See, apparently the week Pop died, the folks who run the store next door to my house (what was my house) purchased the land the store and our house (including the yard all the way back to and including the barn, and the grass field next to it) from John, our old landlord.
They decided they wanted to move into the house we were in, so they could be closer to their business. So they started making arrangements, and put their house up on the market. Six months later, without so much of a word of warning to us, they one day arrive at the house with a letter. We were to get out within 43 days, the last day of September.
Apparently their house had sold rather quickly, and that was their excuse as to the suddenness of their missive. Anyone who has bought a house, put a house on the market, talked to anyone who has, or isn't a slobbering mongoloid will tell you that kind of thing isn't really and overnight deal. They had plenty of time, but did nothing to warn us, despite it just being me and Mom, and most of our possessions being Pop's assorted crazy shit.
We scrambled, sold a lot, gave away a lot, got a storage unit (150$ a month, goddamn), and tried to figure out where we'd go. Mom had started dating a friend a couple of weeks earlier (and he's a jackass of the highest calibre, but that's not important to the story), so it was decided she'd move in with him. I had nowhere to go. Family dropped the ball on me, Ken's house wasn't feasible, and finally, the week we had to move out, our old neighbour, Millie, offered me a small room in her 2nd-floor appartment on 11th street.
Mom and I couldn't afford to live together, because I was still unemployed, and Mom lives on a VERY fixed income (she's on disabilitiy due to her bipolar disorder), and our new landlords had decided to make sure to charge us the full final month's rent. There was no security deposit, or lease, so we had no choice. We couldn't put up a security deposit on a place, so we had to split up. I see her maybe once a week, but I miss the shit out of her. I feel like I lost both parents this year, particularly because I don't feel welcome visiting her, as her boyfriend and I quite thoroughly do not get along.
I've got a job at Radio Shack (seasonal, should start at the end of this week, or the beginning of next), and an interview at Sam's Club tomorrow. I'll go with whatever gives me better hours and pay. I need to save up, I want to try and move out with Ken sometime after Christmas.
Christmas, fuck. It won't be right without Pops.
Sorry this post is so depressing, but I figure I should let you kids I don't see regularly know what's up in my life right now. Unfortunately, my life's pretty depressing.
Let me rewind a bit.
About 6 months after Pop passed away, in late August (like the week after my birthday), we got an eviction notice.
See, apparently the week Pop died, the folks who run the store next door to my house (what was my house) purchased the land the store and our house (including the yard all the way back to and including the barn, and the grass field next to it) from John, our old landlord.
They decided they wanted to move into the house we were in, so they could be closer to their business. So they started making arrangements, and put their house up on the market. Six months later, without so much of a word of warning to us, they one day arrive at the house with a letter. We were to get out within 43 days, the last day of September.
Apparently their house had sold rather quickly, and that was their excuse as to the suddenness of their missive. Anyone who has bought a house, put a house on the market, talked to anyone who has, or isn't a slobbering mongoloid will tell you that kind of thing isn't really and overnight deal. They had plenty of time, but did nothing to warn us, despite it just being me and Mom, and most of our possessions being Pop's assorted crazy shit.
We scrambled, sold a lot, gave away a lot, got a storage unit (150$ a month, goddamn), and tried to figure out where we'd go. Mom had started dating a friend a couple of weeks earlier (and he's a jackass of the highest calibre, but that's not important to the story), so it was decided she'd move in with him. I had nowhere to go. Family dropped the ball on me, Ken's house wasn't feasible, and finally, the week we had to move out, our old neighbour, Millie, offered me a small room in her 2nd-floor appartment on 11th street.
Mom and I couldn't afford to live together, because I was still unemployed, and Mom lives on a VERY fixed income (she's on disabilitiy due to her bipolar disorder), and our new landlords had decided to make sure to charge us the full final month's rent. There was no security deposit, or lease, so we had no choice. We couldn't put up a security deposit on a place, so we had to split up. I see her maybe once a week, but I miss the shit out of her. I feel like I lost both parents this year, particularly because I don't feel welcome visiting her, as her boyfriend and I quite thoroughly do not get along.
I've got a job at Radio Shack (seasonal, should start at the end of this week, or the beginning of next), and an interview at Sam's Club tomorrow. I'll go with whatever gives me better hours and pay. I need to save up, I want to try and move out with Ken sometime after Christmas.
Christmas, fuck. It won't be right without Pops.
Sorry this post is so depressing, but I figure I should let you kids I don't see regularly know what's up in my life right now. Unfortunately, my life's pretty depressing.