So yeah, I guess we've moved.
And so far everything's rough.
The actual move was hell... Doing something we'd planned to do over three days in just one day instead. I had a backache for something like a week afterwards... I no longer have the muscle mass required for the heavy lifting done during a move.
And right after I managed to get over my back ache, we both got colds. I still haven't fully recovered from mine.
For our first few days in this apartment, we didn't have a refrigerator... Because the early move didn't leave me time to order the fridge ahead of time. Took about a week and a half before we got cable Internet -- we opted for the 6 megabits down/500 kilobits up package from Time Warner Cable... Internet only, no television. Something like two days after the Internet was finally installed we got our SunRocket VoIP phone...
We're prepaid for that for the next year and so far feel very happy with it.
So basically it took about two weeks for us to settle into some sort of semblance of normalcy.
We're almost completely unpacked and have been almost completely unpacked for a while now.
We need to do our taxes.
We bought a few bits of furniture at Ikea together. For the first time in my life, I have bookcases that are a warm brown color... Not the sterile hospital white my mother was obsessed with. Makes me happy every time I look at them.
It's just sorta starting to hit though... That I'm pretty much alone now. That I essentially no longer have a mother... And that my father has been pretty been biting his nails and pressuring me like crazy for years now to get a job, any job, and who gives a fuck how miserable it makes me... And to move out of his house... So he can start ignoring me and instead spending time with his new "family".
I'm alone.
I don't have any friends and I don't have any family. I just have Alex.
And that worries me. The fact that I'm putting that much pressure on the person I love. It worries me immensely. And it makes me feel terribly, terribly guilty pretty frequently... Regardless of how well I treat her.
The actual move was hell... Doing something we'd planned to do over three days in just one day instead. I had a backache for something like a week afterwards... I no longer have the muscle mass required for the heavy lifting done during a move.
And right after I managed to get over my back ache, we both got colds. I still haven't fully recovered from mine.
For our first few days in this apartment, we didn't have a refrigerator... Because the early move didn't leave me time to order the fridge ahead of time. Took about a week and a half before we got cable Internet -- we opted for the 6 megabits down/500 kilobits up package from Time Warner Cable... Internet only, no television. Something like two days after the Internet was finally installed we got our SunRocket VoIP phone...
We're prepaid for that for the next year and so far feel very happy with it.
So basically it took about two weeks for us to settle into some sort of semblance of normalcy.
We're almost completely unpacked and have been almost completely unpacked for a while now.
We need to do our taxes.
We bought a few bits of furniture at Ikea together. For the first time in my life, I have bookcases that are a warm brown color... Not the sterile hospital white my mother was obsessed with. Makes me happy every time I look at them.
It's just sorta starting to hit though... That I'm pretty much alone now. That I essentially no longer have a mother... And that my father has been pretty been biting his nails and pressuring me like crazy for years now to get a job, any job, and who gives a fuck how miserable it makes me... And to move out of his house... So he can start ignoring me and instead spending time with his new "family".
I'm alone.
I don't have any friends and I don't have any family. I just have Alex.
And that worries me. The fact that I'm putting that much pressure on the person I love. It worries me immensely. And it makes me feel terribly, terribly guilty pretty frequently... Regardless of how well I treat her.