: Bare WallsI s
I'm moving out. Did I mention that? I've been talking about it for so long that to actually say it . . . seems to have lost all meaning. My room is so . . . different and strange. For so long, it had served as my sanctuary; my home within my home. Freezing in the winter, baking in the summer, and rattling with the sound of the garage door.
The first night I spent in here, there was no carpet, it was on Travis' bed, and watching a TV he had left behind when he went into the Marines. I remember watching Taxi and Conan O'Brien. It's not quite my last night here and yet, I can't help but just feel depressed in this room. I'm really saying good bye. On Sunday night, this room will be empty, filled with nothing but dust, left-over boxes, and a matted, ruined carpet.
I know there are some that question why I'm even doing this. Part of the reason is the logistics. Tricia and I need someplace to live between our wedding and our moving to Columbus. Another part of it is just the sheer want to have privacy and liberty to do whatever I want. Not that I can afford to do whatever I want, but it's nice to know that if I want to buy five "Marvel Legends" action figures without a snide comment from my Dad, I can.
At the heart of this all is the fact that I need to grow up. I need to be on my own and I need to fend for myself and figure things out like budgets and shit. It's one thing to talk about it, but it's another thing to make it my priority. I need to make sure that the rent gets paid. I need to make sure the car payment is made. I need to keep my phone on. While I've been trying to do that over the past couple of years, bills have always taken a second priority after comics and DVDs and dinner dates. It's time to make them number one and the only way I can do that is to leap in.
Granted, it's like launching grenades at my finances, but so far, so good. I'm on the search for a second job. Have applied at two seperate Subways, at Panera, and Family Video. I really hope I get Family Video. I picked up an application at Starbucks (the new on Fulton) and just . . . I dunno . . . I don't think I want to work there. Plus, I doubt I'd even get the job.
I did ask Bob Tomello the other day about getting full time at Acme. The answer was not very shocking.
The move into the new apartment has been slow, which is good. The big move-in is Sunday, and after that, I'll be spending the night there -- though I'll be over here at the house for a good amount of the time next week to make sure Smokey gets fed and that everything remains okay. And to make things easier on me with grocery money.
As far as living with Kyle goes, it's not bad so far. I think we're fine about the kitchen, but I can see a conflict brewing in terms of the living room. I want my fainting couch in there. He doesn't. I don't know why, exactly, but . . . I dunno. He suggested I move it upstairs, but, uh, where? I've got my small desk moving in there.
Plus, he doesn't want this couch that Tricia is giving us. I know it's not the best piece of furniture in the world, but - gah - it's something. I'm going to talk to him tomorrow about this, but basically, I think we should just 1) take the couch from Tricia and 2) go from there.
I need to move my stuff in there before I make any decisions about furniture. I say, let's stick with Tricia's couch for now (because, really, any free couches are going to be a little "beaten-up" or ugly -- that's what a slip cover is for) and if he finds one he likes, we can just toss Tricia's downstairs. Same with the fainting couch, though I really like it where it's at. But we'll talk about that tomorrow.
Other than that, I don't think there will be any problems. I'm really looking forward to the next year.
. . . can I be a little honest here? Not that I haven't been, but . . . well, there's something about this place that makes me, I dunno, feel like it's not really my place. I don't know what it is, but it just doesn't feel like home. Even with my comics and the like there, it just doesn't feel like my home. I dunno.
Okay, well, I'm tired and stressed, so . . . I'm goin' to bed.
~W~
I'm moving out. Did I mention that? I've been talking about it for so long that to actually say it . . . seems to have lost all meaning. My room is so . . . different and strange. For so long, it had served as my sanctuary; my home within my home. Freezing in the winter, baking in the summer, and rattling with the sound of the garage door.
The first night I spent in here, there was no carpet, it was on Travis' bed, and watching a TV he had left behind when he went into the Marines. I remember watching Taxi and Conan O'Brien. It's not quite my last night here and yet, I can't help but just feel depressed in this room. I'm really saying good bye. On Sunday night, this room will be empty, filled with nothing but dust, left-over boxes, and a matted, ruined carpet.
I know there are some that question why I'm even doing this. Part of the reason is the logistics. Tricia and I need someplace to live between our wedding and our moving to Columbus. Another part of it is just the sheer want to have privacy and liberty to do whatever I want. Not that I can afford to do whatever I want, but it's nice to know that if I want to buy five "Marvel Legends" action figures without a snide comment from my Dad, I can.
At the heart of this all is the fact that I need to grow up. I need to be on my own and I need to fend for myself and figure things out like budgets and shit. It's one thing to talk about it, but it's another thing to make it my priority. I need to make sure that the rent gets paid. I need to make sure the car payment is made. I need to keep my phone on. While I've been trying to do that over the past couple of years, bills have always taken a second priority after comics and DVDs and dinner dates. It's time to make them number one and the only way I can do that is to leap in.
Granted, it's like launching grenades at my finances, but so far, so good. I'm on the search for a second job. Have applied at two seperate Subways, at Panera, and Family Video. I really hope I get Family Video. I picked up an application at Starbucks (the new on Fulton) and just . . . I dunno . . . I don't think I want to work there. Plus, I doubt I'd even get the job.
I did ask Bob Tomello the other day about getting full time at Acme. The answer was not very shocking.
The move into the new apartment has been slow, which is good. The big move-in is Sunday, and after that, I'll be spending the night there -- though I'll be over here at the house for a good amount of the time next week to make sure Smokey gets fed and that everything remains okay. And to make things easier on me with grocery money.
As far as living with Kyle goes, it's not bad so far. I think we're fine about the kitchen, but I can see a conflict brewing in terms of the living room. I want my fainting couch in there. He doesn't. I don't know why, exactly, but . . . I dunno. He suggested I move it upstairs, but, uh, where? I've got my small desk moving in there.
Plus, he doesn't want this couch that Tricia is giving us. I know it's not the best piece of furniture in the world, but - gah - it's something. I'm going to talk to him tomorrow about this, but basically, I think we should just 1) take the couch from Tricia and 2) go from there.
I need to move my stuff in there before I make any decisions about furniture. I say, let's stick with Tricia's couch for now (because, really, any free couches are going to be a little "beaten-up" or ugly -- that's what a slip cover is for) and if he finds one he likes, we can just toss Tricia's downstairs. Same with the fainting couch, though I really like it where it's at. But we'll talk about that tomorrow.
Other than that, I don't think there will be any problems. I'm really looking forward to the next year.
. . . can I be a little honest here? Not that I haven't been, but . . . well, there's something about this place that makes me, I dunno, feel like it's not really my place. I don't know what it is, but it just doesn't feel like home. Even with my comics and the like there, it just doesn't feel like my home. I dunno.
Okay, well, I'm tired and stressed, so . . . I'm goin' to bed.
~W~
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