moving
Monday, May 16th, 2011
last week at work (rip), i was working on a crime scene cleanup website that also serviced “hoarders” houses for cleanup. digging around a bit more, i found some affiliate website that serviced cleaning of hoarders homes… this was a “helpful hint” on that website:
“Don’t try to get rid of your children’s favorite things before the move – even if it makes it easier. Kids sometimes have a hard time dealing with the change of the move itself.”
when i was a kid, we moved to the bronx with my mothers ex-boyfriend and it only lasted a year. it was dramarama! we “needed to skidaddle out of there, asap” and my mother left aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaawl of my toys there in a storage room in the basement. since we weren’t supposed to stay there long, my toys never even left the boxes when we got there. i think that the only toys that i had out were my NES, my pillow people and stuffed animals on display on my bed.
i had EVERYTHING: she-ra, popples, jem, little people, my little pony, lady lovely locks, strawberry shortcake, sweet secrets, keypers, fraggles, rainbow brite, my punky brewster doll, etc.
and then, *poof*, gone.
keep that hint in mind, it’s very true! i held that with me for years. it was horrible traumatizing, and definitely made my moving life even harder. when i was a kid, i moved around 10 times before we settled into a place when i was turning 14. every time i got comfy enough, we were packing up again. i tried to keep all that i could with me, but not much survived.
i think i would have kept a lot of those items, if not for the sentimental purpose, for the collector value. and anything else could have totally been worth money!
grrrrrrrrrrrrr!
last week at work (rip), i was working on a crime scene cleanup website that also serviced “hoarders” houses for cleanup. digging around a bit more, i found some affiliate website that serviced cleaning of hoarders homes… this was a “helpful hint” on that website:
“Don’t try to get rid of your children’s favorite things before the move – even if it makes it easier. Kids sometimes have a hard time dealing with the change of the move itself.”
when i was a kid, we moved to the bronx with my mothers ex-boyfriend and it only lasted a year. it was dramarama! we “needed to skidaddle out of there, asap” and my mother left aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaawl of my toys there in a storage room in the basement. since we weren’t supposed to stay there long, my toys never even left the boxes when we got there. i think that the only toys that i had out were my NES, my pillow people and stuffed animals on display on my bed.
i had EVERYTHING: she-ra, popples, jem, little people, my little pony, lady lovely locks, strawberry shortcake, sweet secrets, keypers, fraggles, rainbow brite, my punky brewster doll, etc.
and then, *poof*, gone.
keep that hint in mind, it’s very true! i held that with me for years. it was horrible traumatizing, and definitely made my moving life even harder. when i was a kid, i moved around 10 times before we settled into a place when i was turning 14. every time i got comfy enough, we were packing up again. i tried to keep all that i could with me, but not much survived.
i think i would have kept a lot of those items, if not for the sentimental purpose, for the collector value. and anything else could have totally been worth money!
grrrrrrrrrrrrr!


yesterday’s move was super annoying, and i feel so horrible for making poor george take part in it… he was such a trooper!<333 our uhaul truck rental was a little late, then we were stuck in never ending traffic in the venus fly trap, i was starrrrrving and i still had a lot of shit to do at the apartment... guh. it was more time consuming than i had thought it would have been. but we did it... with oscar screaming the whole truck ride home... worst. poor thing<3
may 1st is just ’round the corner!!! – so i got a lot of shit packed, my walls are looking mighty bare, and it’s so weird. i hate it. it’s freaking me out. i won’t live here anymore… ever again. not with mommy either. not that it’s cut the cord type shit around here, most of the time we can just live together without pissing each other off, and i just love her. i kinda find it funny/ironic that the apartment we lived in together when it was just me and her when i was a weee little stu (1-4 yrs old), before sarah was born is directly around the corner from this apartment i’m typing from right now… and now i’m leaving her from here…


i just got back from erica’s a little while ago, decided i need to clean my room… i caught a second wind from falling asleep in her bed for a while before… i seriously need to start throwing more shit out and start packing up.
…i got this super cool tote bag from a company in my office building at work the other day!!
















