Homeless
I can’t move into my new apartment until September 7th. There are two problems with this:
1. I need a place to stay 8/31-9/7.
2. My crap needs a place to stay 8/31-9/7.
Re-Boyfriend was, at first, delightfully comforting. He wooed me with talk of his fathers’ truck, his hallway space and his bed. He used the word “we” a lot, making me feel as though I had a partner in this mess. There was, as he definitively told me Friday night, no problem.
This optimistic mood remained until yesterday afternoon, when Re-Boyfriend came to my apartment to help me pack. The harsh reality of battling with dust bunnies most likely made him rethink his knight in shining armor complex, especially as his fair maiden filled a large box with clothes before realizing it had not been taped on the bottom.
Making matters worse, I don’t think Re-Boyfriend quite understood that when someone does not own furniture, plates or kitchen accessories, it does not necessarily mean that they don’t own lot of crap.
After we both endured sneezing fits due to the vortex of dirt and dust in my apartment, we left to get a much needed glass of wine. At the corner of my block, Re-Boyfriend casually addressed the sidewalk and said “Sooooo…figure out what you’re going to do with your crap yet?” I took that to mean I was no longer allowed to park anything but my own sweet ass in his apartment from 8/31-9/7.
“I am confident that I will figure something out,” I said confidently. “Don’t worry about it.”
Right.
Update: S. told me I was being retarded and that Re-Boyfriend just wanted to know if my crap was going to be in his hallway or not. I like this theory, aside from the me being retarded part.
Update Part 2: Upon my asking, Re-Boyfriend said, rather exasperatedly, "I told you that you can keep your stuff in my apartment. And I don't think you need to hire movers. We'll talk about it tonight." I went ahead and hired movers, just so everything would be settled.
Knowing precisely when you will be forced to live out of a suitcase because the rest of your worldly possessions are taped up in Home Depot boxes is not exactly settled, but it is as close as I am going to get until September 7th.
21 comments:
Doesn't he read this blog? Well, then he already knows...
My boyfriend and I moved this weekend too and the amount of dust that can be hidden in things like pages of a book is amazing. I just stopped sneezing a minute ago.
Also, he can't take back his comforting "we" talk because you have more stuff than he thought. Isn't it his friend you are subletting from? So then, isn't it - in a round about but toally legitimate way -RBF's fault you have to be in limbo for a week? Yes. Yes, it is.
CB. . . you are not stupid. . . you are know RBF opens mouth and states what he is thinking no matter if it is pleasing to you or not. . . I would find another place to park my stuff and ass if I were you. . . Me thinks RBF just wants ass. . . no stuff attached.
Ciao
loves you, loves your stuff.
or at least puts up with it.
sorry RBF, look in the 'gettin it regular' rulebook.
CB
As you have not actually dated your posts it is hard to say exactly when your blog celebrated its first recent birthday. I wish you a Happy Belated Blogday. I am sure things will all work out with the move. Once when I was between apartments I rented a Uhaul for a week and stayed in a yucky motel. Not exactly practical in NYC. Perhaps you could stay in the suburbs and commute for a week ?
hee, I need a copy of the "gettin it regular rulebook."
my suggested solution: tell RBF your stuff is coming, and you will take his roomate out to dinner one night and pay his way to getting completely blasted. You can throw in a hangover breakfast for good measure.
bottom line: re-boyfriend needs to not re-nege.
I helped a girl move this weekend, and I've never ever seen or moved so much crap in my life!
It's amazing how much a 15x15 room can hold! RBF might just be worried about how much stuff will stay in his hallway once you move into the new place.
Your reply to the question he delivered to the sidewalk should have been, without hesitantly AND confidently, "I'm putting every bit of this crap in your apartment like you said I could, asshole!"
Seriously, the lack of effective communication and/or ability to push each other around is always shocking to me.
I'm glad the jerk subleaser finally got back to you. I'm upset he's being such a mo-fo about the move in date. Really, what would happen if you moved in early? He's not even there! I bet you're going to have to clean that too! And I would anyway, boys are grody.
"...casually addressed the sidewalk and said “Sooooo…figure out what you’re going to do with your crap yet?”
Um, hello! Why would he even ASK the question if he was then going to turn around and:"....rather exasperatedly, "I told you that you can keep your stuff in my apartment."
Hmmmmmmmmmm??????? Am I the ONLY one that caught that??????????
Dear The Company Bitch,
You can stay over at my blog if you need to.
Sincerely,
Grant Miller, Esq.
why do men complain about all the shit women have? like that 53 inch big screen tv that men feel the need to get isn't a bitch to move. or having to help them clean their bathroom they haven't cleaned since the day they moved in and now they want help getting all the dirt off the tub after two years. ohhh let's not even bring up the three boxes of porn dvds u have to pack and move.
I totally feel your pain. I'm getting married in a week, and was living in a friend's house until that friend moved, but I needed a place to stay for that week so I moved as well, but then I moved out to my own place, and now I am moving my own DearlyBeloved into our new place. I had keys to 5 different homes on my keychain at one point, if you count my permanent invitation to visit my parents.
Currently living out of a suitcase and sleeping on the floor in a bag because DearlyBeloved's bed is a twin.
I remember when I moved away for school. I was gone for a year and I could not believe the stuff that I had accumulated in such a short period of time. It was not fun moving back.
Hiring movers means you've reached adulthood. Welcome. You're going to like it here. Most of the time.
May September 7th arrive quickly.
You don't own a lot of crap... you own a lot of memories. And important things.
At least thats what I keep telling myself everytime we move!
~Leesha~
Uuu got the spirit woman
n yeah u took a gr8 decision standing on the street n in midst of a mess. It was not about valuables but values:)
CB
It is time to turn what seems like a negative into a positive. Life has handed you an opportunity for growth. If you learn nothing else from this experience , you have learned that there is virtue in travelling light. Never buy anything you can not pick up by yourself. Next time you are faced with a purchase think about having to move said purchase. As you unpack , consider the value of each thing you own and whether you could do with out it. Donate anything that you not consider to have personal value to a charity. Not only will this make your next move easier it will make it easier to keep your place clean. Also, it will make you feel good. We get so weighed down by our crap.
Have you ever heard of the PODS things? I don't know if you have anough stuff but they will drop off the P.O.D.S. and you fill them with your stuff and then they will store it and then deliver it on a certain date. Perhaps that doesn't work like that in NYC.
Just a thought.
its scary what fulfills "communication" requirements according to men.
We basically have to connect the dots or pry stuff from them!
I feel for ya CB. I am getting ready to move as well. Leaving ahead of my family to live out of a suitcase until my house sells here in Las Vegas. I wish you all the best.
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