Sorry folks, I know it has been a long time, but there has been so much going on in the past oh I don’t know, five or six months that my head is literally spinning. Believe it or not, I’m actually at a point in my life right now when I’m pretty happy. Things are going fairly decent and my surroundings are much better now people-wise and location-wise. Not to mention that my new job is really coming along and it is only a matter of time before it starts paying off. Literally. Still, the last six months have brought truckloads of annoyances to me and a lot of headaches. So let us go back in time to the middle of September when I found out I’d be moving by October 1st.

My job was pissing me off and I didn’t want to be stuck in that dead end place anymore. I hated my small apartment and needed to get out of there. Some money had been saved up so I decided to head out and finally live with my girlfriend and just live off the money I had saved until a job could be found. The thing is now that it was going to be time to move so action needed to start happening, and fast.

The first thing about moving is just trying to figure out where to begin. It’s true. You live somewhere and have everything in its proper place and all is where it should be. But now it is time to mess that all up and shove everything into bags, boxes, and other random containers that you can find. Getting the boxes was no problem, but I still wasn’t sure where the beginning of this entire fiasco was going to happen. Finally the decision was made to begin with my DVD collection. At the time there were close to 1,700 in my collection and boxing those up would empty half my apartment and make me look close to finished. Had to be careful to keep them all in alphabetical order though so when they’re unpacked, all is right with the world.

Ok, those are done.

Now where to go? The easiest thing to do next was to take all my video game systems and simply start packing them and the games away. That didn’t take much time, but now I was beginning to see all the small and intricate little knick-knacks and other crap that had somehow accumulated around my place. It was those things that would turn out to be the biggest bitch because not only did I have to figure out some secure way to pack them so pieces didn’t go missing or things didn’t break…making sure they were wrapped correctly was also a chore.

Speaking of wrapping, maybe I was wrong and the kitchen was the biggest pain in the ass of all. Each and every dish needed to be wrapped. All the glasses were to be wrapped. Newspaper was strewn about like it was my wallpaper or sofa covering, but no it was simply there to keep things “safe.” Then the silverware needed to be put somewhere along with any food that was still good and could be transported without spoiling. Of course my mother would chime in when I’d go to throw a one-fourth full bottle of ketchup away.

“You don’t want to take that with you? I’d hate to see it wasted!”

Sigh…into the box of food it goes; knowing full well I probably won’t keep any of that stuff once I get situated in my new home. But Heaven forbid we throw it away now. No, let’s take it along with us to make one more box to fold together, mark, and carry downstairs.

The kitchen is now done.

Things are starting to look up and tomorrow is moving day. The place looks almost totally done to me and all we need to do is move out my furniture and boxes and place them all in the truck right? Wrong! Needless to say I’m a rabid LSU fan and my Tigers were playing the Tulane Green Wave in the Superdome on the day we were to load the truck so my mind and eyes were a bit preoccupied elsewhere for most of the day. But the parents and sisters and brothers in law and all that came over to help.

My mother who is as much a stickler as me thought the fridge wasn’t clean enough so she proceeded to go over all my cleaning and make it spotless. Same goes for the carpet, walls, bathroom, kitchen floor, closets, and countertops. So let’s just say my whole day of cleaning from a few days ago was rendered pointless by my mother. But the biggest things were yet to come. We moved out the sofa and my mattress and box spring and threw them away. They were old and unneeded anymore, but I tell you…that mattress may have had springs sticking out and such but it was damn comfortable.

We lugged the boxes downstairs a few at a time. We managed to get my heavy as all hell and awkwardly shaped TV downstairs into the truck without breaking it or ourselves. The apartment was spotless, or so we thought (damn shitty landlords docked me $175 off my deposit for dirty carpets (which wasn’t true) and not painting the walls (which isn’t my responsibility…but easier not to argue from 200 miles away). The place I had spent my nights and a lot of my days for close to four years would be no more. The moving was done and I said my goodbyes to my lone apartment living.

Oh wait…now we have to move all the crap in and unpack (forehead slap)!

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