The continued SaGa of past-year LJ catchup posts
Seeing as that we're no longer living in St. Louis, I'll also need to take this week to pack up the new Van (Epyon--remember that its purpley maroon, and that I name all vehicles in my life as Gundams if they have no further distinguishing features besides color) with as much crap that we've left behind as possible.
Ah, the St. Louis house.
So a year ago, my mother tells me she'd like me to move back to St. Louis, and that my grandmother's house is in need of someone to live in it. Since I'd been looking for a place, I agree. We ask harl to come with us, and then arrive at the house to realize that my parents have not removed my grandmother's old things, that there are problems with the plumbing, and that that house hasn't had a major cleaning since 1984 (because we kept finding dated baby medicines...for me.)
So Harl and Ryn are troopers, and we manage to tough out the situation through summer, at which point we pretty much all give up since my mom still had not removed anything. The neighbors were generally unpleasant, the neighborhood was old and (though safe) very near unsafe places, it was hard to get supplies, and, well, the house was sucky.
I should have taken a lot more responsibility when we were there, and just...called it off from the beginning. There were a number of mistakes that I made I wish I could take back, but...now I know.
Firstly, I should have known not to trust my family. They will always be there for me in a pinch, but they're absent-minded. The fact alone that I can't count how many cars are hidden in grass-patches on their property, or find the desk in the office...the fact that no cars will fit in a six car garage because of all the stuff that is sitting out there...the fact that I have to climb over rubble to get into my old room...
Yeah. I should have known.
So now everything is uncertain, once again.
Oh, heavens, and I have to go down there today. ;-; I don't want to go.
Ah, the St. Louis house.
So a year ago, my mother tells me she'd like me to move back to St. Louis, and that my grandmother's house is in need of someone to live in it. Since I'd been looking for a place, I agree. We ask harl to come with us, and then arrive at the house to realize that my parents have not removed my grandmother's old things, that there are problems with the plumbing, and that that house hasn't had a major cleaning since 1984 (because we kept finding dated baby medicines...for me.)
So Harl and Ryn are troopers, and we manage to tough out the situation through summer, at which point we pretty much all give up since my mom still had not removed anything. The neighbors were generally unpleasant, the neighborhood was old and (though safe) very near unsafe places, it was hard to get supplies, and, well, the house was sucky.
I should have taken a lot more responsibility when we were there, and just...called it off from the beginning. There were a number of mistakes that I made I wish I could take back, but...now I know.
Firstly, I should have known not to trust my family. They will always be there for me in a pinch, but they're absent-minded. The fact alone that I can't count how many cars are hidden in grass-patches on their property, or find the desk in the office...the fact that no cars will fit in a six car garage because of all the stuff that is sitting out there...the fact that I have to climb over rubble to get into my old room...
Yeah. I should have known.
So now everything is uncertain, once again.
Oh, heavens, and I have to go down there today. ;-; I don't want to go.