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Mar. 22nd, 2009 12:05 amIt is midnight oh five and I am sitting at the compute desk using the ottoman from my overstuffed living room chair. My brother took the computer chair. I could take one of the ones from the kitchen table, but the Engineer moved this over here earlier this evening and I am far too lazy to do anything about it.
Had to tilt the monitor down to see it properly and my wrists are at a borked angle for typing, but- oh well.
Where did my brother take the computer chair, you ask?
The answer: to his new place.
He moved out this afternoon, into a house he and his best friend are renting.
Nothing crazy has happened between us, mind you. He just didn't want to live here anymore and I did. I'd be hard pressed to get rid of the only brother I speak to. That would drop my blood family down to just me and my father; not a happy occasion at all.
Because I can not indefinitely sustain living here by myself for much longer than a month or so, the Engineer will be moving in at the end of April. That in itself is a momentous occasion as we have been together almost eight years and I have always shook my head at the notion of shacking up. I am, by nature, extremely solitary and very territorial. I'd always said we would finally move in together if it could be a really big house and I could have a separate wing, just me and my crazy.
That being said, since I didn't want to move in with my brother and his friend (for a variety of reasons, none of which are a reflection on them themselves), the Engineer is leaving his apartment for this one.
It is, as the kids say these days: a very big deal for me. And him.
We're both nervous. We both don't know what to expect. And we both don't like having our hands forced into making this decision, but it's unavoidable. Even moreso beyond the being nervous and the hey hey hey, we also both don't particularly like the idea of me being homeless. So then- here we find ourselves. We have quite a bit to do and get used to, but it will be interesting at the very least. It should go smoothly, providing I don't lose my nut every time he puts something on the coffee table that doesn't actually live there (a particularly fun aspect of my OCD).
I, at least, get a blessed handful of weeks of rattling around this apartment completely by myself with the cats and the snakes, which is something I've always wanted to experience.
There's more to talk of, beyond all of this, but my keyboard's batteries are slowly giving up the ghost and I am finding myself having to backspace and correct every four keystrokes. That, and I have to get up at stupid o'clock for a mandatory meeting at work tomorrow. Hoo and ray.
Had to tilt the monitor down to see it properly and my wrists are at a borked angle for typing, but- oh well.
Where did my brother take the computer chair, you ask?
The answer: to his new place.
He moved out this afternoon, into a house he and his best friend are renting.
Nothing crazy has happened between us, mind you. He just didn't want to live here anymore and I did. I'd be hard pressed to get rid of the only brother I speak to. That would drop my blood family down to just me and my father; not a happy occasion at all.
Because I can not indefinitely sustain living here by myself for much longer than a month or so, the Engineer will be moving in at the end of April. That in itself is a momentous occasion as we have been together almost eight years and I have always shook my head at the notion of shacking up. I am, by nature, extremely solitary and very territorial. I'd always said we would finally move in together if it could be a really big house and I could have a separate wing, just me and my crazy.
That being said, since I didn't want to move in with my brother and his friend (for a variety of reasons, none of which are a reflection on them themselves), the Engineer is leaving his apartment for this one.
It is, as the kids say these days: a very big deal for me. And him.
We're both nervous. We both don't know what to expect. And we both don't like having our hands forced into making this decision, but it's unavoidable. Even moreso beyond the being nervous and the hey hey hey, we also both don't particularly like the idea of me being homeless. So then- here we find ourselves. We have quite a bit to do and get used to, but it will be interesting at the very least. It should go smoothly, providing I don't lose my nut every time he puts something on the coffee table that doesn't actually live there (a particularly fun aspect of my OCD).
I, at least, get a blessed handful of weeks of rattling around this apartment completely by myself with the cats and the snakes, which is something I've always wanted to experience.
There's more to talk of, beyond all of this, but my keyboard's batteries are slowly giving up the ghost and I am finding myself having to backspace and correct every four keystrokes. That, and I have to get up at stupid o'clock for a mandatory meeting at work tomorrow. Hoo and ray.
