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dolariWe're moving house...not something I'm really enjoying too much, but we're moving into a duplex house, it's larger than anything we've had before, and it's in a nice part of town. Still, I'm pretty uneasy. I've always lived in apartments, or houses that we were the first ones to live in. The house my parents have had one owner, but he didn't own it very long (a matter of months) before he was reassigned by the military.
This house has ben previously lived in, and it's got quirks and signs and symbols that someone was there before. I'm uneasy, because it feels, to me, that I'm moving into someone elses house. That anyday they'll knock on the door and wonder what happened to the furniture. Also, my room has a large window looking outside. I'm not a fan of windows, especially at night. If I ever get a house, my bedroom is going to be in a sealed off underground warren. :)
Ever since I lost my apartment in 2001, I've lived out of boxes. This has made my move pretty easy. I consolidated a few boxes, and poof - I'm 75% moved in two trips. Packing the stuff that wasn't in boxes has been a really melacholy experience.
Sinec 2001, I've not had a place of my own. I've lived with parents, I've lived with Dean (as a guest, versus a couple), I've lived with Erin. I've lived out of boxes since 2001, and slightly unpacked while living here in this apartment. Putting those things back int heir boxes, not knowing when they'll ever be unpacked again is very painful.
I'm living with Dean until the end of April. So why unpack?
Then I'll have my own place...but only for a year, while I save up for a new truck and move to Seattle. So why unpack?
Then I'll have my own place in Seatlle, but most likely for a year, while I finally get to know Emily and we both decide if we're a real couple. So why unpack?
Then there's the move to Canada if it all works out....finally...I can unpack. But that's 2008 or 2009. This stuff will be in boxes, shuttling around till then. It's kinda sad putting toys away and hoping you see them again some day.
On a more humourous, but still not-too-happy note: You bio-women. Yes you. With the boobs. HOW THE HELL DO YOU MOVE BOXES WITH THESE THINGS IN THE WAY?!
Since I moved to this apartment, I got back on hormones, and my high end As turned into low end Ds. And today, those larger glands were abused like you wouldn't believe. Or maybe you would believe it - you have them. Just something I need to get used to? Or is there some special "moving chest armor" I didn't go and buy at Fredericks of Hollywood? :)
Sometimes I look at myself in the mirror, and I feel like an ogre. Too much of my body still resembles my old male self. But no matter how ugly an ogre is, an ogre is almost always physically strong. And thankfully, this ogre has still got muscle....
This house has ben previously lived in, and it's got quirks and signs and symbols that someone was there before. I'm uneasy, because it feels, to me, that I'm moving into someone elses house. That anyday they'll knock on the door and wonder what happened to the furniture. Also, my room has a large window looking outside. I'm not a fan of windows, especially at night. If I ever get a house, my bedroom is going to be in a sealed off underground warren. :)
Ever since I lost my apartment in 2001, I've lived out of boxes. This has made my move pretty easy. I consolidated a few boxes, and poof - I'm 75% moved in two trips. Packing the stuff that wasn't in boxes has been a really melacholy experience.
Sinec 2001, I've not had a place of my own. I've lived with parents, I've lived with Dean (as a guest, versus a couple), I've lived with Erin. I've lived out of boxes since 2001, and slightly unpacked while living here in this apartment. Putting those things back int heir boxes, not knowing when they'll ever be unpacked again is very painful.
I'm living with Dean until the end of April. So why unpack?
Then I'll have my own place...but only for a year, while I save up for a new truck and move to Seattle. So why unpack?
Then I'll have my own place in Seatlle, but most likely for a year, while I finally get to know Emily and we both decide if we're a real couple. So why unpack?
Then there's the move to Canada if it all works out....finally...I can unpack. But that's 2008 or 2009. This stuff will be in boxes, shuttling around till then. It's kinda sad putting toys away and hoping you see them again some day.
On a more humourous, but still not-too-happy note: You bio-women. Yes you. With the boobs. HOW THE HELL DO YOU MOVE BOXES WITH THESE THINGS IN THE WAY?!
Since I moved to this apartment, I got back on hormones, and my high end As turned into low end Ds. And today, those larger glands were abused like you wouldn't believe. Or maybe you would believe it - you have them. Just something I need to get used to? Or is there some special "moving chest armor" I didn't go and buy at Fredericks of Hollywood? :)
Sometimes I look at myself in the mirror, and I feel like an ogre. Too much of my body still resembles my old male self. But no matter how ugly an ogre is, an ogre is almost always physically strong. And thankfully, this ogre has still got muscle....
