I have completely moved out. First time I've ever moved, and it's out of my parents' house and in with my best friend and girlfriend... Feels so very weird. I moved almost everything Thursday morning, and then Mom gave me some more stuff yesterday evening when I went out to dinner with them. Kitchen utensils, pots, pans, silverware... A bunch of old camping stuff. A few blankets, 'cause we needed them. Few other things. It felt so weird. The entire time we were doing it, I was fighting tears, because that's when it really began to hit: I am actually out. I don't live with them anymore.
But most importantly? I'm FREE. I can go WHERE I want. I can go WHEN I want. It doesn't matter what time of day or night it is. 'Course, have to stay safe, but still... I'm free to dress how I wish in the house, and when I leave the house, I can wear my flats and not have to worry about taking my boots so that my parents don't see me like I am.
Anyway. Thursday was pretty crazy. Got up, finished packing a last few things, then wandered the house until my girlfriend and the woman she'd been staying with arrived. My second Mom arrived a few minutes later, and I started loading everything I'd moved to my living room into her van. Thank goodness for that van... I managed to move all of my stuff in one trip. Nine boxes, various sizes, plus a fairly large desk and desk chair. The woman my girlfriend was staying with offered us the use of her car for the day, so long as she got to class on time, which I took her up on, and highly appreciate. We got my dresser and some other stuff from one of my best friend's house, picked up my girlfriend's cats, and then that was it, we went to the apartment. We made it earlier than originally planned, and actually signed the lease early. After doing a walk-through of the apartment, I started moving all my stuff in. My best friend (other roommate) was sick at that point, so could not help, and actually didn't stay with us the first night. After a hectic afternoon of moving everything, I took the car back to our friend, and she brought me back here. At this point, the cable internet installer was here, and he got us set up. My (second) mom left, he left, and I was alone. My girlfriend was at work, best friend was at his parents' house... things felt so very weird.
Homesickness started to kick in.
The only way to solve this: Work. My body was already hurting, but I got to it anyway. Put my desk chair back together, then started putting my desk together. Once it was together, my computer went up, and things started to feel like home. Still a weird feeling, but one I could deal with more so. Helped a little bit when my girlfriend got back with a few things - like an air mattress. >_> Slept. Friday was a long day, but survived it. That evening, my second mom and sister brought me back here and my sis got to see the place. That night, our roommate moved in. He and I were up until 02.30, 03.00 range putting his bed together and getting some groceries. Ah, ramen, poor person's food... Oh well. It'll work. Saturday, I went to visit my Aunt and Uncle, who I now live right up the road from, and then went out to dinner with my parents that night. None of the topics I'd been worried about really came up, which made the night much more enjoyable. Mom then gave me a bunch of stuff (talked about at first), and she and my blood sister got to see the apartment when they brought me back.
After they left, my girlfriend and best friend got back within a few seconds, and after several minutes, I finally lost it and broke down crying in front of them. This, of course, led to the chorus of "are you okay"s... I actually WAS okay. It was mainly just stress bleeding off and the realisations that everything had changed. The rest of the evening and Sunday passed quietly, and I managed to get my router set up and our wireless online. It took cloning the MAC from the original router, because for some reason, they lock to the MACs of routers. Sorry, that makes little to no sense to me, except from a business perspective of "lock everyone out". Oh well. If you ever go wardriving and see the name 'Serenity,' you might just have found us.
Monday, did my normal stuff, and that evening, my roommate and I went downtown to a coffee shop. It's been a while since I've worn a suit, so I decided to last night. All black except my tie, and then black leather gloves and my black fedora. Decided that last night was going to be a very "male" night for me. I took all my recording gear with me just in case, because I had hopes that a friend would be able to play. That didn't pan out, but my roommate and a friend of his hacked around on a synthesiser, which I did some recording with. Of course, being the nerds my roommate and I are, he has an Android tablet with a drum pad on it, which we plugged in and recorded with the synth lines. Definitely a fair amount of fun, and we got a few minutes of audio out of it, plus a rather hilarious sound byte from a girl who (not knowing I was recording) said something to her friend. A minor bit of editing later and we had a hilarious line. Might post it at some point, we'll see. Had a fun rest of the night, and met a lot of cool people, plus hung out with a few older friends. At the end, one of the guys looked at me and said, "You should hang out with us more." Made me reel slightly on the inside, but I'm not complaining. Pretty awesome that I was asked to do that.
When we got back to the house, my girlfriend scared the shit out of me by opening the door as I was reaching for the handle, but oh well... Soon, we're going to have to go by storage and get her boxes, start sorting through them. I desperately need more hangars - I have a lot of clothes - and she's going to need them too. We need a lot. Currently, our living room (where my desk is) has a few boxes in it, plus parts of a dead desk, and musical gear. We desperately need some more furniture - couch, chairs, maybe a table... We've been eating in our rooms or at my desk, depending. My chair is still the only chair in the house, which leaves just the beds to sit on. We desperately need to remedy the furniture situation! And a few other situations... But anyways.
I will be glad when I can get some of the stress off my plate. Get a job closer to here (preferably within walking distance), and stop having to worry about my other job. It is too much stress, especially without my own vehicle. Get through the first couple months here, actually start building up some buffers, get some real food. Things will get better though, as I keep having to tell a friend of mine... They will get better. Somehow. Someway. We will survive this.
Peace.
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