| Lessons on MovingMy bf and I have sorta been at each others' throats the past few days with the whole moving bit. I think he's being entirely unhelpful and he thinks I'm being OCD. I'm ashamed to admit the high point of my Sunday was standing there while he struggled to move things out of his storage unit alone, though I feel like my actions were very fulfilling (to me, only). He'd hand me something and I'd remark that it was dusty, then cross my arms and stand there much like he'd done when I was trying to clean and set up earlier in the day. Every single person I've told this story to has simply remarked "Moving is stressful." Seriously. Upwards of 5 people have given me the exact same sentance at the finish of my story. I guess the point is that moving is stressful. We've since made up, but we weren't really on speaking terms Sunday night. When I came home from a family dinner- which he refused to accompany me to- he'd only set up the TV (typical) and was nowhere to be found. This move is exciting to me, but bittersweet- it's hard to really fly from the nest for the first time, and he knew I was experiencing bouts of sadness in the midst of my excitement and OCD set-up. I felt like my partner wasn't being very physically or emotionally partnerful so, when he got home at 11:15 (and I was in bed) and tried to talk to me, I simply told him I wasn't very happy with him and turned the other direction. I tossed and turned, sad, frustrated, not feeling at all like I was sleeping in a place I could call home. When I finally drifted off at around 12:30 I was woken up soon after by neighbors having insanely loud sex. In 3 years of dorms and 1 year of an apartment complex that might as well have been the doorms, I never once overheard that. When I went to Mardi Gras in February and was pre-partying at a friend's friend's friend's hotel room, my ears lost their no-sex virginity. We all thought that was bad... but my new neigbors blew Mardi Gras couple out of the water. If the bf had been awake, my giggling would've broken the tension between us, but he slept through the moaning and, later, continued to sleep when some other neighbors decided to play very loud video games at 1:30 in the morning- for a second I was convinced people were getting shot in our living room. I guess the point of this is that apartment complex walls can be thin. And also, ear plugs are a precious gift. I called my mom yesterday morning asking her if I could move back home. I said it but, of course, didn't mean it. I'm still happy and trying to focus on all the awesome things about being out of the house (like, uhh... being out of the house). I called her this morning to tell her that things went better last night: I had a friend over in the evening to hang out and help out, I got a bunch of my stuff put away, the pair of neighbors must have been too worn out for a repeat performance, and the video games ended at midnight. Much to my surprise, my mom remarked that she was lonely the previous night and that it was really weird to be in the house alone and was a little relieved when my sister came home at 12:30 and woke her up to talk. My sister is moving out this weekend and my mom, who has been urging us to run free for several months now, appears to be handling it worst of all. I guess the point there is to be careful what you wish for or, perhaps, the grass is always greener. Thankfully we're all still physically close and I'm sure we'll see a lot of each other. I'll be over there for American Idol every Tuesday. |
