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I’m a Moving Star!
At the beginning of the year I decided that I was gonna buy a house. And whether or not I was truly ready to buy a house is a darn good question I ask myself pretty much everyday. My reasoning behind it wasn’t very in-depth either. It came down to this: being more stable and raising my son in a nice home that was all ours and because it posed yet another challenge I wanted to see if I can accomplish (that and I’m tired of doing my laundry at my parents house)…But am I ready for it? Like mentally, physically, financially?…
It’s like when I got knocked up when I was 22. Was I really ready for anything big like that? Like life changing responsibility?
Course not! But it juiced up my life and made it better. So anyway, I did my homework and I jumped on the house shopping with the help of truly amazing friends. I went for it. And long story short, I put an offer on a beautiful short sale several months ago, and voila! I find out I can finally close on the house in November! I’m ecstatic. But here’s the thing…I’m faced with the issue of moving now…
It’s like when I got knocked up when I was 22. Was I really ready for anything big like that? Like life changing responsibility?
Course not! But it juiced up my life and made it better. So anyway, I did my homework and I jumped on the house shopping with the help of truly amazing friends. I went for it. And long story short, I put an offer on a beautiful short sale several months ago, and voila! I find out I can finally close on the house in November! I’m ecstatic. But here’s the thing…I’m faced with the issue of moving now…
I have a person in my life whose friendship I cherish with all my heart. He’s in my circle of “I love you” friends…you know, that specific group of people whom you can easily say that you love them and no matter how long you go without seeing or talking it doesn’t matter? But right now I wanna say he and I have beef. He’s happy for me but won’t help me move. And it’s because I was an unstable move-a-holic. And I emphasize was. In the last 6 years I moved 6? times and he helped me move like 4? times….but he refuses to help me move from then on. I am saddened…
Was it because of the piano? And when you had to carry it down the stairs from my parents house, up the U-haul truck, down the U-haul truck, and then back up some more stairs and then after 4 months move it back to my parents house? Or is it because for some strange reason I always move during the frigid winter? Is it the 20 boxes of heavy books? Or was it because I made you paint my entire apartment that one time…Is it cause I keep breaking my promises to stay put or because my current apartment is on the third floor? I mean…I swear this move is a tad more permanent. It could be my last move…either way, whether or not he joins my moving party, I guess I still love him anyway.