alrighty, the biggest part of my move is done, getting everything out of my apartment and cramming it everywhere it will fit in my old room at my parents house. now to slowly sort everything out of boxes and/or into long-term storage as needed.

got my computer setup done finally. so i'm back online at least, but need to set up my TV and Xboxes (i play my 360 for old games, i play a couple of non-compatibles to this day still)

anyways, the worst part is over, ESPECIALLY considering my car broke down last Wednesday as well. thankfully was just fouled spark plugs but goddamn all the bad shit seemed to all happen at the same time as me trying to move, the last time i was that stressed for that long was when Covid initially hit the U.S. and everything shut down...

well, at least i celebrated this move properly, i broke out one of my special cans of Mtn Dew, probably one of the last cans of Mtn Dew Pitch Black that are still around and drinkable. and toasted with my parents lol! (i am a MASSIVE nerd, i know)

welp, back here after a few years on my own in two different apartments. i'm happy that things will work out, yet at the same time i cant help the frustration that comes with knowing i tried my damndest to make things work without needing to rely on my parents or anyone else. i took great pride in living by the fruits of my own labor too, i mean i didnt have much, and i still dont, but i was proud of knowing i got these things on my own. then over the last five years or so, life repeatedly kicked me right in the wallet...

well i'm at a job i love that i know i can make work, i'm now secure in my living situation, and i'm finally in a position where i can save some fucking money. i dont know where i'll be in five years from now, but probably in a better spot than if i was still hopping from apartment to apartment.