Thursday, July 31, 2014

Happy to be moving

  We finally got a place of our own and we're moving this weekend. It's been well over a year since I last lived on my own. I'm not going to miss this place at all. This past week has been such a shit show here. 
  Last weekend, I packed the majority of our belongings. I worked all week and knew it was the only time to pack. So, I don't know if that confused my roommate, Steve, or what because the next day, the new roommate started moving her stuff in. At first, I thought she was just bringing a few things early. Then, Viggo noticed there was a moving truck outside. Plus, she brought her hamsters. 
Yes, hamsters. To quote myself "Oh, I had those when I was little." Anyway, they left before I could clarify what was going in. I texted ole brainiac and reminded him that I wasn't leaving until next weekend. He claimed he knew, but then acting mad at me. I let it be a learning lesson for my child- that's what too much pot does to your brain. Our whole apartment looks like it's out of an episode of Hoarders. The new girl has been sleeping on the couch all week, keeping weird hours. I came home at three in the afternoon and she was asleep on the couch, shielding her eyes from the sunlight like a vampire. 
  Then, things turned flat out three ringed circus. Vasily, Viggo & I were in my room one day. We hear a knock at the door. It's the landlord. He's trying to sell the  house. With him were an Asian family ( complete with child and grandmother) and a random American lady. The landlord is foreign, Russian we came to find out. At one time, under this tiny roof were two Russians, three Americans, four Asians and two hamsters. It's a small world on crack. The Barnum & Bailey circus theme should've been playing. The best part was no one could understand anyone else's accents. I asked Vasily to see if the landlord was Russian. They started conversing in their native language. It was adorable. He even had a horrendous cough like him. I envision the landlord as the little old man who lives in Vasily's soul. In a weird way, it made me fall in love with him all over again.   
  Tonight, it's quiet. I'm contemplating all the things I won't miss- Steve's 45 minute showers when I need to get ready for work, how he unplugs all the kitchen appliances, including my coffee pot as I'm waiting for it to brew and mostly seeing him shirtless. You know, back hair. Not a fan . Most of all, I won't miss the caricature of himself that he has framed in the bathroom.