The last few weeks, I have been busy cartoning up our whole house and moving it into a storage building in Bridgeport, where I'll now be living on the off time with Bunnyman's crazy parents. There's five people in a two bedroom apartment, and I really miss quiet. But there's a functional kitchen, someone who cooks, good TV, and the possibility of internet in the future outside of school.
Of course, once I'm done moving I'm just going to have to do it all over again. Such is the life of a transient with asshole neighbors who sell your house from underneath you and expect you to be out by the first of the month, and having the house clean despite you not having any kind of rental agreement whatsoever with them. Hum.
Moving sucks. I am leaving large piles of trash in the living room just for the asshole neighbors.
