My new Apartment! Everyone knows I'm always excited and up for re-decorating a whole new living space. But this time, I do it with a lot of sadness and haste. Nevertheless, I think I lucked out—getting a move-in ready apartment which is 10 minutes' drive from work and also very pet-friendly.
It's a 2 bedroom, so yes I have a roomie. He's a cute little boy who's a lot younger and my junior at work. So he has already encountered the very-bitchy-at-work me so I don't think it's any different from a very-bitchy-at-home me! He's very sweet, volunteered to do the 'man' stuff of the house, lets me have the master bedroom and is putting up with my hoarding issues. Most importantly, he has met Sparky before and loves him too!
We stay in a corner unit, on the second floor, there's a little balcony for the nice evenings we are having now. We intend to lay some wood flooring and put some nice lights. There is two full bathrooms so we don't have to fight over it. Our bedrooms are at the opposite end of the apartments so we won't have to worry about disturbing each other. I would be happy for him if he brings someone home, but I don;t need to hear about it! Vice versa!!!
I'm definitely not done unpacking yet, though the closet is already pretty organized.
I took as much as I can from
the house. First, I didn't want to have to buy anything or spend anymore money. Secondly, I did contribute monetarily to most of the furniture and appliances although I was staying rent/bills-free over
there. Lastly, I
JUST didn't want him to have it. I took what I need, what was originally from my previous apartment, and what I thought I fairly deserved (on a very logically and rational way).
If you guys really want to know, read on.
So by the third day, I found an apartment because that was the main thing I had to do to keep sane. I cannot bear living in that house anymore. Although he said I don't have to move out (WTF right?) I started packing once I know I'm about to sign on to the apartment. It was painful.
The weekend finally arrived after a few more agonizing days. I asked a few friends to help me move. I felt weak, helpless. I really needed someone to save me and my friends did. They came, packed my shit in boxes, loaded up their cars and unloaded numerous more into the new apt, in crazy heat, never complained, and only gave me their very best. That's why there is a saying: boy/girlfriends come and go, but true friends always stays.
Sparky came with me.
He has no means of taking care of anyone, even
himself, so there is no way in HELL I would leave Sparky with him. I'm the one who takes Sparky to the vet, the one who takes him to the park and the one who buys his food. He is my son, haha.
Since then I've only return
there once to collect some stuff I've forgotten. I probably need to make another trip, but there is no rush. I found the gate opener in my car, but who cares, it's his loss. I'll return it at my own sweet time.
With no risk, there will be no gain. This past relationship made me wiser. It's the first that I've been so open and so serious about. I'm learning from what I did—right, wrong or anything in between. Hope that through this, I am a better person for when the Love of my life appears in front of me, I know exactly what to do.
