Saturday was furniture assembly day, and the longest day ever. It started with me having to take my car in for an oil change. My sister called me to say her boyfriend had time to help me move. He's the only one I know with a truck, so it was really nice of him to agree to it. It was just sudden and unplanned, so I had to rush home to clear off all the larger things I needed him to take. The stuff that was on my desk and vanity are all over my floor, and I can't wait to organize and pack them up today. Unfortunately, my vanity table was a casualty in the move. He insisted on trying to fix it, which was nice, but I'm going to have to consider buying a new one. My sister and her boyfriend had somewhere to go right away, so my friends and I were left to bring the furniture inside. Now there was Liz (recently recovering from bronchitis/pneumonia), Jen (recently recovering from a major surgery), and me (I can't lift anything too heavy). We have a couch, an air conditioner, and a desk. Liz and I brought the desk in while Jen waited outside with the remaining things. One elevator is out of order, and the other one appears to not be working. It's stuck on a floor, and nothing was happening. I decided to run up the stairs to figure it out, and the elevator was open. I stepped on, but realizing I didn't have my phone, I was too afraid I was going to get stuck in it. I ran back down the stairs, and Liz said the elevator finally came down. She had her phone, so we decided to give it a try. Success. Realizing the elevator might give out at any time, we decided we needed to get the couch and A/C unit up to my apartment at the same time. We brought both over to the elevator, and it wasn't moving again, stuck on the top floor. I took Liz's phone and started running up the stairs. I got to about the 6th floor when I heard the elevator moving. I turned around and went down, and Jen was holding the door of the elevator open. Some guy came down from the 8th floor before I had time to get up there. Apparently he just went to grab a pop from the vending machine on the floor we were on. I get down to them, we have just a moment to discuss the fact the elevator came down and we needed to put the stuff on it, when the guy that came down on it cuts in front of us, steps into the elevator even though Jen is holding the damn doors, closes the doors and goes up to floor 8. A man in track pants cut in front of 3 women struggling with furniture, because he wanted a pepsi. You don't deserve to wear track pants you lazy ass motherfucker. I'm going to run up 8 flights of stairs in jeans, rip those track pants off of you, and strangle you with them. I know your face. If I see you again, I'll say nothing, because I'm non-confrontational and I don't fight... the evil glares you will get though... The events after that were a blur, because we were all pissed off, but we did eventually get the furniture on the elevator, and into my apartment. After that, we went to Clarke's to eat, and ran to pick up a few things at Walmart. When we got back, it was assembly time. It took forever. We were completely unprepared, and only had one screwdriver. We did a damn good job though, and kept rotating tasks. The bed and bathroom spacesaver look amazing. There was one screw missing for the spacesaver, but luckily there's an Ace hardware down the block. I'll pick one up when I move in. It feels like such a relief to get the major things done, and I'm so lucky to have such amazing friends. I never would've been able to do all of that myself. I'll take pictures next weekend when I have everything completely set up. By the time we got home, it was almost 2 am. I pulled up to my house, and the sewer in front was gushing water completely flooding the street. I woke my dad up, and we called the police. Turns out a water line burst, and they were out there all night tearing up the street. It was a good thing I was home so late, otherwise that would've been horrible in the morning.
Now I'm sitting in my room typing this with a cup of coffee. My cat is nervous, because my room looks different, and I feel the same way. It feels very real now. It's terrifying for no reason. I've been independent for a long time, and I know how to be alone. They say the only thing certain in life is change. The season, my home, my priorities, my thoughts, the reasons I smile, and who I dream about. My kitty is always there for me though.
