Point of no return...
or No refund!
Today, I made arrangements to rent a moving van for my upcoming migration...I guess that means that there's no point in complaining that I wasn't prepared for it. It also means I need to get off my lazy ass and start packing. I'm not sure which I'm dreading more; the packing, the moving, the unpacking, or the cleaning-the-ol-bachelor-pad-after-i'm-done-moving-out.
I'm relieved to know that only a few Humans have ever seen the inside of my apartment and still consider me also to be human, but only by my thumbs and lack of animal smell. Translated; I'm ashamed to admit that my apartment would've made my mother sigh and give me that disappointed look. Whether or not she would actually sigh and give me the disappointed look is just my imagination. She didn't raise me to live like a bachelor, but my lack of cleaning discipline made it look like she did.
Guilty admission aside, I think having roommates again will keep the pressure on about maintaining a presentable (to 'Mom') living space. I owe it to myself to have a little more respect for my dwelling. It's also something I see in my kids that I want to change...they definitely get their laziness from my side of the family.
My daydreams are out of control again with how things will be after I get settled into my new environment. There seems to be an abundance of things to do in my new area and the terrain is very similar to where I grew up. Hills and Mountains make for much easier navigation~probably why I always get turned-around in Modesto. Funny how geographic changes really fuck with your navigation when they're based on landmarks. I'm rambling now...time to get back to work.
Today, I made arrangements to rent a moving van for my upcoming migration...I guess that means that there's no point in complaining that I wasn't prepared for it. It also means I need to get off my lazy ass and start packing. I'm not sure which I'm dreading more; the packing, the moving, the unpacking, or the cleaning-the-ol-bachelor-pad-after-i'm-done-moving-out.
I'm relieved to know that only a few Humans have ever seen the inside of my apartment and still consider me also to be human, but only by my thumbs and lack of animal smell. Translated; I'm ashamed to admit that my apartment would've made my mother sigh and give me that disappointed look. Whether or not she would actually sigh and give me the disappointed look is just my imagination. She didn't raise me to live like a bachelor, but my lack of cleaning discipline made it look like she did.
Guilty admission aside, I think having roommates again will keep the pressure on about maintaining a presentable (to 'Mom') living space. I owe it to myself to have a little more respect for my dwelling. It's also something I see in my kids that I want to change...they definitely get their laziness from my side of the family.
My daydreams are out of control again with how things will be after I get settled into my new environment. There seems to be an abundance of things to do in my new area and the terrain is very similar to where I grew up. Hills and Mountains make for much easier navigation~probably why I always get turned-around in Modesto. Funny how geographic changes really fuck with your navigation when they're based on landmarks. I'm rambling now...time to get back to work.