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Nervous about moving.
15 years ago
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A fur friend of mine has managed, or is just about to, make final arrangements on buying a house and it looks like I'm going to be joining the group who's moving in. There are several things about this that's good, and some things that twist my stomach a bit.
I'm looking forward to getting away from the noisy upstairs neighbors I have to deal with. Just above both me and my roomate are two douche bags that keep blairing their music and acting just generally too loud. I'ts true we live in the Hollywood area, but no one should have to pay 1700 US dollars and have to deal with constant noise. Getting out of this situation, as well as saving 300 Dollars a month would be nice.
The drawbacks are a much longer commute to work, about two hours back and forth, and smaller rooms. I've grown accustomed to the large space I live in, moving into a smaller place will have some getting used to. The house it self is large, but you have to take into account that it will be at least four of us. The four would be pretty easy, but one member of the group is having their family move in as well, that's going to be odd. Four furs plus two or three mundanes, I can see the awkward moments already *snicker snicker*.
The last thing is just the general feeling I get when times like these come along. It is my personal fluke as all us Furs are known to have. It's most likely the hardest thing though the most rediculous. Ever since I was young my family moved from one place to another, eventually I simply gave up trying to famillairize myself with anyone and became a loner. I hate moving, even when it's a good thing, it brings back all those uncomfortable feelings. I remember when we had to move into my Grandmothers spare room, then to a trailor out in the middle of nowhere, then to another trailer, then to some goverment housing. Every time I had just enough time to make friends that I then lost, the stress getting to my Brother who turned to drugs, my parents who turned to alcohol, me who turned to delusions. To really describe the feeling just imagine looking down at the worst food you've ever tasted. You haven't taken a single bite yet you know how awful it tastes, so much you can swear you taste it anyway. That bad taste in my mouth is taking all my things and putting them in boxes.. again.. canceling my utilities.. again.. getting used to a new neighborhood..again.. adjusting to a new bus route..again.
Getting over that feeling isn't easy, and yet there is so much to be gained by doing so. The unpleasant things we can avoid shouldn't bother us, it's the unpleasant things that lead to what's better what really bothers us. Will I go though with this, yes, will it be easy.. of course not. The one difference between this and what happened before, I realize, is that I'm doing it with some people who actually care for me.
I'm looking forward to getting away from the noisy upstairs neighbors I have to deal with. Just above both me and my roomate are two douche bags that keep blairing their music and acting just generally too loud. I'ts true we live in the Hollywood area, but no one should have to pay 1700 US dollars and have to deal with constant noise. Getting out of this situation, as well as saving 300 Dollars a month would be nice.
The drawbacks are a much longer commute to work, about two hours back and forth, and smaller rooms. I've grown accustomed to the large space I live in, moving into a smaller place will have some getting used to. The house it self is large, but you have to take into account that it will be at least four of us. The four would be pretty easy, but one member of the group is having their family move in as well, that's going to be odd. Four furs plus two or three mundanes, I can see the awkward moments already *snicker snicker*.
The last thing is just the general feeling I get when times like these come along. It is my personal fluke as all us Furs are known to have. It's most likely the hardest thing though the most rediculous. Ever since I was young my family moved from one place to another, eventually I simply gave up trying to famillairize myself with anyone and became a loner. I hate moving, even when it's a good thing, it brings back all those uncomfortable feelings. I remember when we had to move into my Grandmothers spare room, then to a trailor out in the middle of nowhere, then to another trailer, then to some goverment housing. Every time I had just enough time to make friends that I then lost, the stress getting to my Brother who turned to drugs, my parents who turned to alcohol, me who turned to delusions. To really describe the feeling just imagine looking down at the worst food you've ever tasted. You haven't taken a single bite yet you know how awful it tastes, so much you can swear you taste it anyway. That bad taste in my mouth is taking all my things and putting them in boxes.. again.. canceling my utilities.. again.. getting used to a new neighborhood..again.. adjusting to a new bus route..again.
Getting over that feeling isn't easy, and yet there is so much to be gained by doing so. The unpleasant things we can avoid shouldn't bother us, it's the unpleasant things that lead to what's better what really bothers us. Will I go though with this, yes, will it be easy.. of course not. The one difference between this and what happened before, I realize, is that I'm doing it with some people who actually care for me.
Trust me. I stayed in my terrible old apartment for about 8 years because I was afraid of moving to a new place, of being one, and the pain of moving. It's terrible -there are ups and downs of course, but I can honestly say that I'm glad I did. If you're with people that are easy to get along with it's all the easier, and better for you, even if you have a smaller room, and a longer commute. You may find you enjoy your time at home much more than you would otherwise.
Looking back -I can't believe I stayed there as long as I did. Good luck!