The Same, But Different

So I’m at home writing this on Sammi’s laptop (her graduation gift from my parents). Actually, I guess it’s their house now, but last night my dad told me this would always be my home and I cried because I’m a baby like that and I’ve cried pretty much every day this week. I stayed here last night because today’s my mom’s birthday and I came over yesterday and gas is $2.09 a gallon so I didn’t want to use half a tank on another round trip.

I don’t have any internet at the townhouse and my laptop thinks it doesn’t have a modem. I think I’ve fixed that, finally, but I need a longer phone cord to plug in the now-existing modem and I haven’t gotten that yet. I’ve spent like two hundred dollars on stuff like mops and trash bags and I still have a list of things I need to get that’s two pages long and I keep adding things to it.

We moved on Monday afternoon, and in the middle of unloading the truck, we were caught in this ridiculous monsoon. That was fun. Luckily, I have a tree shading my patio, so we were able to keep bringing stuff in without getting terribly drenched.

The place? Was FILTHY. I’ve learned that people have VERY different levels of what they consider clean, and the previous tenant’s idea of clean is quite different from mine. And the thing is, she really believed that she cleaned it well – she told me like five times how much time she spent cleaning it. But my mom was a hotel maid at some point in her past, and we all grew up dreading her inspections of our rooms, because inevitably she’d find something that wasn’t up to her standards of clean. Now, though, we’re pretty grateful for that. But yeah, it was disgusting according to our family’s standards of clean. In the three years she lived there, the previous tenant never moved the stove or refrigerator, and quite possibly never cleaned under the rim of the downstairs toilet. Oh, and she never cleaned the tub drain, as evidenced by the TWO HANDFULS OF HAIR that I pulled out of it. Ew. EW.

I guess the good news is that I feel a lot more comfortable there now that we’ve cleaned almost everything in there to within an inch of its life.

The place is big and it’s cute and I think I’m going to like it there. Right now, though, it’s really hard to wake up in the morning to such an empty place, and it’s weird to rattle around in that empty place all day with no internet and no TV and my books all in boxes and no one to talk to. It’s going to take some getting used to, for sure.

5 Replies to “The Same, But Different”

  1. it’s realy good to hear how it is all going, and it continues to freak me out in regards to my move.

    although, i am very much looking at shared housing, which will eliminate the need to buy trash bags and mops. :-)

  2. HAhaha! Gas is $2.09 average price for gas out here is $2.40 (2.17 – 2.69).

    Gotta get back to the rest of the post later – just checking in now.
    happy friday

    …crybaby. :o)

  3. For real, dude. Gas just jumped from $1.98 to $2.14, and I’m glad it didn’t get expensive. For my trip to Wyoming (yay *sigh*) tomorrow, I’ve budgeted $2.50 a gallon. I assume things are more expensive Out West, where you need to get cowboys to strap oil barrels to their horses to get anything anywhere. Please don’t tell me this isn’t the case. And also please don’t tell me there aren’t going to be grizzly bear waiters.

    Anywho, glad you’re getting settled in. Soon your place will fill up with the noise of the Internet, sizzling white hot over the line. wtf? Was that just like, computer porn? Jesus.

  4. “it’s weird to rattle around in that empty place all day with no internet and no TV and my books all in boxes and no one to talk to.”

    Almost a culture shock, no doubt. Lack of a TV can be a good thing; lack of the internet and books keeps one from the important accrual of knowledge and understanding for which TV is a poor substitute (unless you watch The Newshour with Jim Lehrer, National Geographic, etc)

    A half a tank each way? That makes it difficult to just drop in, but it sounds like weekends at the folks is an appealing choice, at least from time to time.

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