the ordeal of moving...a new years test of my patience
I was supposed to get the keys to my new place on New Years Eve,but the current resident hadn't vacated the property yet.
This meant my plans to start moving had fallen through and I had no other plans.
I spent the holiday alone amongst the boxes containing all my worldly possessions, clad only in a pair of cotton panties and jereme's green and blue baseball sleeved shirt. I perched on the kitchen counter, feet up, taking long, deliberate drags from a Marlboro Ultra Light 100 while singing mournfully along with Neil Young's "Comes a time" album.
When the ball dropped on the television and I heard the revelry in the background of my midnight phone call from Jereme, I couldn't stop the tears that ran down my cheeks and the sob that caught in my throat.
"It was a lonely holiday. I was alone. You were away" (old 97s)
The following morning, I rose before the rest of the world and loaded my car with the first batch of boxes and headed for my new home. When I arrived, it was trashed. I couldn't move in. Some workmen came to haul out the garbage and paint the walls.
This is what it looked like:
My landlord had it cleaned out and painted...but it was still so nasty that they had to also pull up the carpet and linoleum in the kitchen and bathroom.
More pictures and updates to come...
This meant my plans to start moving had fallen through and I had no other plans.
I spent the holiday alone amongst the boxes containing all my worldly possessions, clad only in a pair of cotton panties and jereme's green and blue baseball sleeved shirt. I perched on the kitchen counter, feet up, taking long, deliberate drags from a Marlboro Ultra Light 100 while singing mournfully along with Neil Young's "Comes a time" album.
When the ball dropped on the television and I heard the revelry in the background of my midnight phone call from Jereme, I couldn't stop the tears that ran down my cheeks and the sob that caught in my throat.
"It was a lonely holiday. I was alone. You were away" (old 97s)
The following morning, I rose before the rest of the world and loaded my car with the first batch of boxes and headed for my new home. When I arrived, it was trashed. I couldn't move in. Some workmen came to haul out the garbage and paint the walls.
This is what it looked like:
My landlord had it cleaned out and painted...but it was still so nasty that they had to also pull up the carpet and linoleum in the kitchen and bathroom.
More pictures and updates to come...