Moving Insanity
So, it looks like I'm going to be moving to Portland, Oregon this month. How did this occur? Well, let me tell you a story.
So, June 21st, my Mom gets a phone call from our land-lord. Of course, my Mom hadn't sent in rent for June, nor has she contacted Darren (the LL) about the payment. He calls and says "So, am I going to get that rent any time soon?" She says "Yes of course! You should have it next Thursday after Rob (my step dad) gets paid." Darren considers this and replies "That is great, but I think its time that I ask you and your family to leave that property, I'm going to sell it off properly here in a month." Stunned, my Mom agrees and hangs up the phone.
At this point, we're leaving a casino, already having a few drinks in us. We talk about it, and my Mom decides that I'll be moving with Alison (my sister for those of you just catching up with the story). I laugh about it, and we move on. The next day, we have to put Snow Whitey down, which breaks my heart. After that, we realize that she is actually serious, that I will have to move, because I can't head to Winnemucca with them. So, Alison and I talk about it, and we decide that we're both going to try and make it up in Portland, because we really don't know much about it, the weather is nicer, and that we're ready to make it on our own.
So, the next few weeks were somewhat relaxing for us, Mom and the family were up in Oroville, on vacation. I went through boxes and packed up my precious books and clothes that I really didn't wear anymore. We had a move-date of the 21st at this time. Mom comes home and announces that the move-date is now the 14th because she and the landlord were arguing. Mind you, this is July 5th. So, my good friend Liz and her friend Jenn come into town on the 5th, and we go out and have a grand time on the 6th. I get a phone call from my Mom that night saying that we're actually going to be moving on the 8th, because she doesn't want to be charged for July's rent. Understandable...but the timing could use some work. So, the 7th is filled with much drunkenness and craziness, but it is a lot of fun. The next morning at 9, the moving begins.
We moved all day and well into the night last Sunday, and I packed a bag and our cat, Matchka, and came to Shane and Kim's house to cat-sit. I've been here since Sunday, and things are still crazy. We're supposed to move next Monday into an apartment complex in Portland, but from all of the reviews I'm reading, it is pretty awful and cheap. Blargh, but we'll stay there only as long as we have to I suppose. What has all of this taught me? Never move without having at least $1K in the bank, know where you're going to be living, have a job before you get there. Clucking bell.
So, tentatively, we're going to be moving next Monday but without the majority of our stuff. Mom and the family will be along in about three weeks to deliver everything to us. That isn't a terrible prospect considering that we were going to put everything we own in storage to begin with. So, it looks like we're going to stay with friends for a few days until we move into a one-bedroom for a month or so, then find a two-bedroom. #$#(*(* is about my reaction to it all. I like to have everything settled and accounted for before I take on a project like this, but that obviously isn't going to happen this time.
So, that is what is going on. Insanity.
So, June 21st, my Mom gets a phone call from our land-lord. Of course, my Mom hadn't sent in rent for June, nor has she contacted Darren (the LL) about the payment. He calls and says "So, am I going to get that rent any time soon?" She says "Yes of course! You should have it next Thursday after Rob (my step dad) gets paid." Darren considers this and replies "That is great, but I think its time that I ask you and your family to leave that property, I'm going to sell it off properly here in a month." Stunned, my Mom agrees and hangs up the phone.
At this point, we're leaving a casino, already having a few drinks in us. We talk about it, and my Mom decides that I'll be moving with Alison (my sister for those of you just catching up with the story). I laugh about it, and we move on. The next day, we have to put Snow Whitey down, which breaks my heart. After that, we realize that she is actually serious, that I will have to move, because I can't head to Winnemucca with them. So, Alison and I talk about it, and we decide that we're both going to try and make it up in Portland, because we really don't know much about it, the weather is nicer, and that we're ready to make it on our own.
So, the next few weeks were somewhat relaxing for us, Mom and the family were up in Oroville, on vacation. I went through boxes and packed up my precious books and clothes that I really didn't wear anymore. We had a move-date of the 21st at this time. Mom comes home and announces that the move-date is now the 14th because she and the landlord were arguing. Mind you, this is July 5th. So, my good friend Liz and her friend Jenn come into town on the 5th, and we go out and have a grand time on the 6th. I get a phone call from my Mom that night saying that we're actually going to be moving on the 8th, because she doesn't want to be charged for July's rent. Understandable...but the timing could use some work. So, the 7th is filled with much drunkenness and craziness, but it is a lot of fun. The next morning at 9, the moving begins.
We moved all day and well into the night last Sunday, and I packed a bag and our cat, Matchka, and came to Shane and Kim's house to cat-sit. I've been here since Sunday, and things are still crazy. We're supposed to move next Monday into an apartment complex in Portland, but from all of the reviews I'm reading, it is pretty awful and cheap. Blargh, but we'll stay there only as long as we have to I suppose. What has all of this taught me? Never move without having at least $1K in the bank, know where you're going to be living, have a job before you get there. Clucking bell.
So, tentatively, we're going to be moving next Monday but without the majority of our stuff. Mom and the family will be along in about three weeks to deliver everything to us. That isn't a terrible prospect considering that we were going to put everything we own in storage to begin with. So, it looks like we're going to stay with friends for a few days until we move into a one-bedroom for a month or so, then find a two-bedroom. #$#(*(* is about my reaction to it all. I like to have everything settled and accounted for before I take on a project like this, but that obviously isn't going to happen this time.
So, that is what is going on. Insanity.