Moving: The Good, the Bad and the Ugly
The GOOD - New Home
As I lay here in my unmade bed, in my new room, in my new home, I can't help but smile up at the ceiling. There are windows all around me of which I have visual of the quiet street. There aren't any crazy people yelling at each other on the streets, no lonesome man walking on the pavement rapping a lyric at an inconsiderate volume and no police sirens and flashing lights in front of the house next door.
Instead, I can hear the crickets chirping and the random crow of a rooster nearby.
I can look out at the big front yard and even at the forest in our back yard.
This is where I've long to be for quite a while. Away from the insanity of the busy main road I previously lived on, away from annoying street-walkers and loudmouths.
My puppy, Xena, approves of our new home as well. It's hilarious just how happy she is here. While we were unpacking boxes from the car, I tied Xena's leash to the trunk of the car. The lawn was nearby and Xena took pleasure in rolling around in the grass, paws up in the air, kicking all over the place. It was so cute and funny.
Now I can even walk Xena without having to constantly pull her from distracting litter in the grass. There's no candy wrappers, cigarette butts or empty beer bottles in the grass. It's great. Nice and clean.
I'm proud to cook in the kitchen now. There is counter space and walking space. No small creepy crawlies are sneaking into crevices, waiting to jump out when light floods in. I saw a spider today but it's not poisonous so it beats a nasty roach any day!
To top it all off, my landlady is someone who I know and love. Who better to be your landlady thank your aunty? She lives upstairs on the second floor but she's so quiet that you'll never know she lives upstairs. It's perfect! Before, my aunty and I used to have to wait days to travel and trade DVDs (since we both like collecting movies) but now watching a new movie is just a stair climb away.
The BAD - Goodbye Old Home
I didn't always dislike the place we lived in. My best friend and her younger sister, who's also a good friend of mine were like family to me. This year they took a vacation to Egypt and I know when they get back they won't be happy that I no longer live upstairs from them.
Living just upstairs from my friends had its perks. If ever I was watching my godsisters (ages 4 and 6) and I needed a break, it was just a door knock away. When I wanted someone to talk to, I just needed to go downstairs. We had many spur of the moment hang-outs. Now it won't be that easy because one of us will have to get into the car and actually drive to the other's house.
Another thing is I would miss my neighbours. We were just beginning to get close, especially since Xena's litter-mate, Honey, lived with the neighbours. We'll have to visit again sometime since dogs need to socialize too but it's not as convenient any more.
There was this strange vagabond lady that used to always walk the streets. At times, my friend and I used to run into the house when we saw her coming, just to avoid her. The lady was always drunk... always. She spoke with a slurred intonation and walked with a indescribable sort of drag. She always wore colourful clothes and wrap skirts down to her ankles. Her hair was often wild and she usually held a cigarette or something in her hand.
One day she randomly passed by when my mum and I were sitting in the car. She looked through the window and said in her thick Hispanic accent, "You need veet-a-min. VEET-A-MIN!" Then she held up her thumb and walked away.
My mum and I looked at each other and started laughing. Apparently, the lady believed that I needed vitamins. Maybe she thought I was too skinny or something.
When I was loading boxes into the car, getting ready to leave, the lady passed by and asked, "You moving?"
I told her yes and her next question was, "Big house?"
I said yes again and then she replied, "Good!" then she walked away. I saw her three times that day and had almost the exact same conversation!
I have to admit, I'll miss that old lady. She was quite a character. I have to preserve her in a story someday, somehow.
For a moment, I was stuck on this section of my Hub. What's ugly about moving? Well... my mother and I have obtained a few bruises. My mother has black and blue marks all over her legs and I received scratches all over my arms.
The scratches were red and swollen for a little while but I heal quickly so now you'll have to look close to notice it there.
Moving can be really painful. We completely moved out of our house within three days and most of the time into the early morning (1 and 2 AM). By the time we were finished moving, I couldn't breathe without feeling a twinge in my back. I was actually aware of my breathing! It was terrible.
Then the next day, I couldn't stand for longer than 5 minutes. I felt so useless and for some reason my mother had energy to keep moving things around.
What else is ugly? Well, there are boxes and bags and dismantled furniture all over the place. Brown paper is taped to the hardwood floors to prevent scratching and such. There's also a lot of cleaning to be done. It's not a very pretty sight.
However, with the bad and the ugly, I can envision the end product so it all comes back to the good.
Back to the Good
This is my new HOME. Not a house, but a home. I already like it here. I feel at peace. I don't even care that I still have to commute about an hour to get to school once the fall semester begins. Now I know I can come back to a lovely home.
Living on a historical street, there are lots of Victorian houses. It's not just beautiful on the outside but the inside is very impressive. I'm no longer ashamed to invite people over. A little clutter on the floor will no longer make the ENTIRE house look like a pig sty.
I'll miss my neighbours and my friends but I'll go back to visit them. For now though, I'm going to get used to my new home!
Oh, I almost forgot. Now the internet works rapidly and flawlessly. No more moving around to find a good connection. I could lay on the floor and still get a good connection. That's one of my favourite things about this location. Now nothing can hold me back from logging on to HubPages. ;-)
Thank you all for reading!