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exhilaration) wrote2009-01-10 04:12 pm
exhilaration) wrote2009-01-10 04:12 pm
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The Erica Problem
I'm moving. Really soon.
My job in AC has not really helped me get more money - I just spent all that on new tires for my car and fixing the alignment. Also I've opened a new credit card and now have car insurance. This may have been a mistake, but it's done now, so whatever, I guess.
I have people who reallyreally want to rent my downstairs until the summer starts. So that's money right there, from rent, except - that means I've got to move to the other house, which is utter chaos and there's not one single part of it that's livable at this very moment. So... I'm funneling all available funds into making at least that much happen. Ryan went with me to the other house to get a good idea about what's been going on with it. It's going to work out, it really will, but, as always, my timeline is totally screwed.
So... I've been packing the rest of my stuff up and I'm moving on Wednesday. Ryan is going to be around until at least next month and has already made it abundantly clear that he's happy to help me move and etc. I don't have a lot of stuff, so it's not that huge of a chore, but now I have a problem.
The blue and yellow room.
Come summer I'm going to be renting this floor by the week/weekend, and of course by then it will be furnished. It's about half furnished now. Most of the walls are not painted any cool colors, and in fact, the walls are kind of messed up, but I'm leaving them like that for now. The blue and yellow room, though, is completely furnished. Erica did it. She picked everything out. We painted. She put the furniture in there how she wanted it. And all her stuff is still in there.
So... I've got to pack up her stuff now, too. And I can't even begin to describe how intensely uncomfortable I am going through somebody else's things. I mean, yeah, she did leave it all here. But still. And what am I going to do with it? Take it with me? Put it up in the attic? Ask her parents to come get it?
I am dreading going through her room. It gives me the heebie jeebies. But I've packed pretty much everything else that I can.
My job in AC has not really helped me get more money - I just spent all that on new tires for my car and fixing the alignment. Also I've opened a new credit card and now have car insurance. This may have been a mistake, but it's done now, so whatever, I guess.
I have people who reallyreally want to rent my downstairs until the summer starts. So that's money right there, from rent, except - that means I've got to move to the other house, which is utter chaos and there's not one single part of it that's livable at this very moment. So... I'm funneling all available funds into making at least that much happen. Ryan went with me to the other house to get a good idea about what's been going on with it. It's going to work out, it really will, but, as always, my timeline is totally screwed.
So... I've been packing the rest of my stuff up and I'm moving on Wednesday. Ryan is going to be around until at least next month and has already made it abundantly clear that he's happy to help me move and etc. I don't have a lot of stuff, so it's not that huge of a chore, but now I have a problem.
The blue and yellow room.
Come summer I'm going to be renting this floor by the week/weekend, and of course by then it will be furnished. It's about half furnished now. Most of the walls are not painted any cool colors, and in fact, the walls are kind of messed up, but I'm leaving them like that for now. The blue and yellow room, though, is completely furnished. Erica did it. She picked everything out. We painted. She put the furniture in there how she wanted it. And all her stuff is still in there.
So... I've got to pack up her stuff now, too. And I can't even begin to describe how intensely uncomfortable I am going through somebody else's things. I mean, yeah, she did leave it all here. But still. And what am I going to do with it? Take it with me? Put it up in the attic? Ask her parents to come get it?
I am dreading going through her room. It gives me the heebie jeebies. But I've packed pretty much everything else that I can.
Re: ouch
Please don't beat yourself up about this. You did what you thought was right at the time. You're not omniscient; you couldn't have known that she'd go off the deep end.
You are a good friend, it's just hard to be there for someone when they're not there.
Don't work too hard, I'm afraid you'll get hurt moving boxes.
Take care...
Re: ouch
We got in a huge fight because I noticed I was missing painkillers and accused her of taking them, and she called me crazy, but then later she replaced the ones that were missing with "better" drugs (that I didn't want) trying to smooth things over... never actually admitted to taking them, ever, but she definitely did, because I count them and they were missing and she takes painkillers for fun and it was definitely her because she was the only other person around.
Don't work too hard, I'm afraid you'll get hurt moving boxes.
Psh. I don't move boxes. I just pack 'em. Worry not :P