I loaded up the truck and plan on heading to the apartment tonight. After this, the only things left to move will be TV stand, bed, couch, a chair, and my clothes. Its a strange feeling, I’ve lived for a quarter of a century under my parents’ roofs, and now I’m finally moving out. Spending the night there Saturday was an oddly surreal experience. Now that I have my entertainment system there, the place should feel a tad more like home.
Its all coming together, and hitting me like a ton of bricks. In a good way… so I guess they’re happy bricks or something. The real test will come when I actually move in, hopefully my calculations were correct and we have enough money.
In other news, I have an increasing dislike of my future in-laws, who seem to be equal parts very nice and extremely rotten. Not sure its my place to say, but some very inappropriate statements are being made behind my back. But maybe its to be expected, we’re of different class, religion, and ethnicity.
Add to that me being a life-long suburbanite and them having lived in the city all their lives.
So I dunno. I guess that’s part of having in-laws, is just dealing with them.
Zel-kun out.
Sabrejack | 10-Jul-07 at 11:33 am | Permalink
The hardest part about in-laws, in my opinion, is dealing with the fact that they’re your wife’s parents and she still loves them.. despite all the fucked up shit they do.
Zai | 10-Jul-07 at 2:52 pm | Permalink
Yeah…its really screwy. They insult me, say hurtful things to me, overall just add to my depression. Yet, I love them. Sometimes I wanna slap them silly, but I still love them. Go figure.
David N. Scott | 11-Jul-07 at 9:51 pm | Permalink
Yeah, you can’t really get away from your parents usually (and literally in my case). Lord knows I’d like to sometimes.
My in-laws and I have gotten much less rocky over the years. Maybe you can hope ofr the same…