Faaaaahhhhhkkkkkkkin' 'Ell!
We'd better not ever, EVER outgrow this damn hoose, because I hope I NEVER have to move again.
How do two completely unmaterialistic people collect so much fucking SHIT, that it takes a day with professional movers, and then multiple trips back to the old place over the next week, with our own vehicles, to get fully OUT of the apartment, and into the new digs with a sense of completion and closure?
We should have chucked everything but the bar, TV's, pint glasses and cats, and just had a salvage company come and get the rest. This is sick. SICK, I tell you.
I hate everything we own.
That enough Bile for you, Ms. Cat?
posted by Andraste at 11:36 AM
11 Comments:
Ye-aaaaaayyyyy. Now I can go to bed and sleep easy, all is right with the world again.
Sigh.
Congrats on finally finishing your move. It is a royal pain in the arse, isn't it?
Hmm....bar, TVs, pint glasses.... Substitute a dog for the cats and add a couple of bookcases and you're my evil twin. Cheers!!
Maybe you emptied someone else's hoose by mistake.
Be glad it was only the one room that was pink. Here in So Cal, people paint whole houses absolutely god-awful colors such as pink, or sky blue, or mint green with peach trim. There is one a couple of blocks over from us that is painted a deep, dark red. Fences, eaves, trim, everything. The Spouse Sparrow has taken to calling it "Bordello of Blood."
And as for accumulated shit, you cannot beat having kids. I can't even walk through my microscopic home without damn near killing myself on some toy.
Word Verif: "lzokgxy." The exact word I was looking for to describe how I was feeling to my doctor.
God you brought back memories of all the moves I've had to make. Hellish hellish experience. Last time we had to do the same - a full day with a truck, and another four days going back and forth in the car. Absolute nightmare, and a great excuse to dump loads of crap.
When I was 13, we moved countries - my parents and us 5 kids aged between 13 and 7. I didn't want to leave, none of the kids did, and we bitched and bitched in the car, on the ferry, in the car, in the new home.... cried myself to sleep every night..... lost my home, friends, school, first REAL (yeah, right!) boyfriend...... so any house move I've had since then has been just grand!! Not taking anything away from your move, just remembering my own horror..... Still gives me the shivers, but I'm glad now. My parents were right.
I feel you. I hate everything I own as well. Chin up, beer down (your throat).
Crap. I'm hoping to move soon, and now I remember why I've stayed here so long.
We've moved far too many times. I hate it every time. My sympathies are with you
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