Pardon my rant:
Alright, so after 2 years on the market, someone finally bought our house. Of course, I'm thrilled. This house is so ******** huge that the thought of walking down stairs to go to dinner makes me exhausted enough to take a nap. I guess that's the kind of houses you get in a mansion neighborhood like this. (It literally is a mansion neighborhood. The founder of our town is Les Wexner, the owner of Limited Brands: Victoria's Secret, Bath & Body Works, Henri Bendel, C. O. Bigelow, The White Barn Candle Company, and La Senza.) So I've been spending the past two weeks wearing basically the same clothes because all my other clothes are at our new house, packing box after box after box after box. Of course, I'm now an expert box builder, but what is that going to do for me in life? Very, very little. I plan on living in NYC. Most of my major moving is likely to happen in taxi cabs or the subway, depending on how broke I am. I don't need to know how to pull muscles grabbing boxes that are just out of arms reach that weigh a good 40 lbs.
Today, my parents decided to get a U-haul so we could move all 350 of the boxes we've packed so far. (Yes, I know the number. It's acutally 356. My mom decided to come up with a numbering system to keep track of the boxes.) I spent all day since 8:00 am going back and forth loading and unloading a giant metal oven. Because, of course my parents decided to do this on the hottest day of the year so far. I'm estimating around 100degrees because when I checked the temperature it was around 90degrees and much cooler then it had been when we were working.
Now, the actual location isn't that bad. It's literally a 5 minute drive from my current house and I'm still going to the same school. But I'm about to experience something that I have never had before: neighbors who live nearby. Now I've lived in apartments and condos before, I consider that to be totally different than these fake-Georgian style suburbs where every house looks the same. But every house I've lived in since I moved to Ohio when I was six (look at my siggy, that's almost 11 years) has been in this mansion neighborhood and I've always had huge yards and neighbors with a decent amount of distance where you can be in your backyard and everyone won't see and hear what you're doing. In our new house, we're practically sharing a year with four other families.
That's all I really have to say now. I'm in pain from having boxes fall on me all day. (I was actually trapped under boxes several times today.) I need sleep. My parents aren't waking me up tomorrow so I may sleep for 12-14 hours. If, that is, my muscles don't cause me so much pain that I have to wake up.
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A guild being put back onto it's own too feet
