Portrait of impromptu moving day.
Just sitting outside of my new apartment with all my shit in the hallway because my new keys don’t work. Its 600 fucking degrees here because its the floor the fire was on so they have the heat cranked to handle the water damage. Just gonna melt into a puddle of my stuff. Just gonna pass out here.
Oh my god oh my god oh my god I just found black fucking mold in my old apartment oh my god
So life has pretty much sucked since Sunday night at 8:30 pm but finally after moving whatever we could salvage to two different apartments in two days and missing work entirely for two days we are signing a new lease in yet a different, albeit much much nicer (and cheaper? By like $10?) apartment. I never expected to be so grateful to be able to go back to work.
At least I have this while living out of what I can only compare to a model home with all my things packed into whatever weekender bags I could find while my dumb apartment building figures out if they want to fix this all my way or the easy way.
|Me:||when we thought there was a fire we took our laptops and forgot our passports and social security cards in the important drawer|
|Brad (to the cat):||UGH KIKI, don't hate us cause we're millenials|
My life as of yesterday and like wow. Was not ready for this life.
so glad the new carrier made it here before we needed for oh say… some type of emergency… hmm.
for all that she’s been though the last few months I would say that tonight this little girl impressed me. she sat so quietly and daintly snuggled in her couch blanket in her decrepit ass cage in my car for almost twenty minutes at one point when I had literally not a place to put her. I also like that I moved everything that matters to me in a flat hour and most of it could fit in my car if needed. I’ve always sort of liked that about myself. what even happened to me just now I’m going to go sleep in a random bed while my wrecked apartment silently gets resussicated down the hall.
When I found out our apartment was flooded inwas holding kikis broken cat taxi in one hand-long ways so she didnt escape into a parking lot of rowdy dogs and in the other I had brads milkshake. I don’t even know why he brought it out. Probably from the shock of a NOT FAKE FIRE. JUST LIKE I BITCHED ABOUT A MONTH AGO.
Apparently I myself was so shocked (I was waiting outside and brad went in to check the situation), THAT I THREW THE MILKSHAKE IN MY PURSE. I managed to get Brad and the cat out of the apartment safely but at the cost of my purse, I guess? Cool in the moment decision making. Cool cool cool.