Well, I am in my new home. Its a super mess with boxes everywhere. The last week was one of the worst I have had to deal with in my life. My original plans were to be out of the old place on April 15th. I had already been mostly living in the new place at that point. However, My roommate has done nothing but dragged her feet all the way to the last day. I ended up asking to move at the end of the month instead. Just to give her time to get her act together. I still had things in the home I wanted to remove. Like the Spare bedroom set. My couch and some other things in her room she had buried under her Hoarder stash of crap.

Not only did I have to hire people to help pack and move things. I also hired a cleaning crew to go through the home. After all I wanted it to look ok when I left. However, Roommate constantly caused issues with them. Delaying things and in all cases costing me money. I finally managed to get the bedroom set out with three days to go. I managed to take down the TV and mount in her room also. Still right up to the last day I never had access to the closet where I had my record collection and stereo equipment and other things I had From my past life.

On the last day she had tons of stuff still unpacked. Her state of mind has her putting certain things in certain boxes. So I came into two rooms full of boxes all open and not ready. She had kept the cleaning people from finishing as I had planned on Saturday. The movers I had used could not be there on Saturday.. Sunday was the last day period. I called them to come help and the Cleaning people also came late Sunday. However, the Moving dudes never responded to the call all Sunday. I had to call in favors from friends. They came and helped take loads to the storage she had rented. Finally, I gave up on the couch and the end table and shelving I had in her room. They left and I thought it was all over.

I am not the most healthy of people. I still have a torn rotator cuff that never got fixed. (Thanks State of Texas) A bad back from Dell. I was in such pain it was bad. I had gotten home and still had piles of her stuff in my truck. An hour later She called crying for help. Sadly, I am such a person I went back to find she had at least a truck load and a half of stuff to take out of the house... I finally lost it. I just blew up at her like now tomorrow about her sickness and what it has done to us and me. I told her that I was going to leave at 11:30 to turn in the keys to the home. After that she was on her own. I was in such pain. Even the friends helping were very worried about me.. I loaded up my truck with what I could and left. I told her flat out I needed time away from her. She is not allowed in my new place for good reason. It was Tuesday before I managed to stuff her Junk into the now stuffed garage... "My Garage!" Somehow I bet she never gets around to moving and selling and getting stuff out of it. I just shake my head.

Today I went out to take care of things.. Stop the utilities on the old place... Stop the cable and internet. That was fun. I had to drive 25 miles and turn in the router box to the company. I also went down to get my Homestead credit and my Disability one.. Just great. They want me to show a drivers license with the current address on it. I also have to find or get from Social Security my Disability award letter. Just great! I have an appointment to TexDot and I need to visit Social Security dept in Brenham. When this is all done I am going on a vacation....