On to a new adventure...
So pretty much everyone knows I've moved to Florida by now, yeah? Most may not remember why, but because of why, I didn't bring much of my things with me. This makes a sad Kayleigh, being without her books and art things, but life goes on yes? So, my lovely things stay with my Grandmother, in my bedroom, with my constantly calling my mother in the grips of panic of whether my Grandma would get rid of my books. I've spent since I was twelve collecting my books. It's a great starter library.
Now, my mother would reassure me that my grandmother would never do such a thing, and yes, I'll remind her one more time that you love your books. That was about the time Grandma and Ray were on their way to their move to Georgia. Now factor in the fact that my mother figured I'd be less spazzy if she just took them and not have had my Grandma worry about them. So lo, all my things are moved back to Massachusetts. Which is fine with me, my mother knows I adore my books and I'd die if I lost my sketch books.
So, because Mom doesn't have a lot of space in her shared apartment, she keeps most of her things in her bedroom and doesn't have storage space left over. And this makes me wonder why she has to, and what her roomate is doing taking up the entire space, but that is an entirely different story. So lo, all Mom's things are in the basement. Including mine in her stuff.
Now, they've been having horrible rain. Downpours that last five days straight. Everyone sees where I'm going with this now, yes? All my paperbacks are ruined. Horribly, horribly ruined. Naturally I had a heart attack. And then I remembered, my art things are down there as well. And that just made me about lose it. Luckily, since then I've learned that my sketch books, art books, and notebooks are all fine, thank the gods. And apparently most of my hardcovers had made it intact as well. I lost one of my boxes of manga, but those aren't nearly important to me as my beloved books. There are some that I'll never get to rebuy they've been out of print for years. And I can't remember two of my books' names.
I've been writing a list of all the books I remember, and of course authors, most of the times, the author is the easy bit. The only good I can get out of this means I get my books back quicker than I would have otherwise.
And I just wish I could say April Fools. It'd certainly make me feel better.
Now, my mother would reassure me that my grandmother would never do such a thing, and yes, I'll remind her one more time that you love your books. That was about the time Grandma and Ray were on their way to their move to Georgia. Now factor in the fact that my mother figured I'd be less spazzy if she just took them and not have had my Grandma worry about them. So lo, all my things are moved back to Massachusetts. Which is fine with me, my mother knows I adore my books and I'd die if I lost my sketch books.
So, because Mom doesn't have a lot of space in her shared apartment, she keeps most of her things in her bedroom and doesn't have storage space left over. And this makes me wonder why she has to, and what her roomate is doing taking up the entire space, but that is an entirely different story. So lo, all Mom's things are in the basement. Including mine in her stuff.
Now, they've been having horrible rain. Downpours that last five days straight. Everyone sees where I'm going with this now, yes? All my paperbacks are ruined. Horribly, horribly ruined. Naturally I had a heart attack. And then I remembered, my art things are down there as well. And that just made me about lose it. Luckily, since then I've learned that my sketch books, art books, and notebooks are all fine, thank the gods. And apparently most of my hardcovers had made it intact as well. I lost one of my boxes of manga, but those aren't nearly important to me as my beloved books. There are some that I'll never get to rebuy they've been out of print for years. And I can't remember two of my books' names.
I've been writing a list of all the books I remember, and of course authors, most of the times, the author is the easy bit. The only good I can get out of this means I get my books back quicker than I would have otherwise.
And I just wish I could say April Fools. It'd certainly make me feel better.