The Last Hurrah
Jul. 4th, 2014 07:42 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
cblj_backupI woke up early this morning, and as I was shifting boxes around and continuing to pack, it occurred to me that this is the last weekend I'll spend in this apartment. Next weekend I'll be on the east coast, and the weekend after, I'll be unpacking in The Green Room, as I've taken to calling the new apartment. (It's green on the inside.)
It's been a mixed blessing, my little third-floor eyrie here. On the one hand, I've weathered mice, wasps, and a peculiar breed of spider I've never encountered before. On the other, it's large, well-heated in winter, and it's been a good shelter for me for the past six years. It watched me do an awful lot of growing up. I'm going to miss the neighborhood, Byron's and the bodega and the leaf-lined street, and being able to just run down the block to R's place when I wanted to hang out and/or bask in central air conditioning.
R and I have hatched a plan to keep in close touch, though. He shops regularly at the Trader Joe's near my new place, so it's likely that instead of meeting up at his place after work, he'll swing by mine on his way home. After all, I'll have cable television. :D
The new place is a lot more expensive, rentwise, than the eyrie, and it comes with a lot more social obligations, like a doorman and a condo association. But it's closer to work and newer and self-contained, and appropriately enough, this being the fourth, it feels a bit like freedom.
It's been a mixed blessing, my little third-floor eyrie here. On the one hand, I've weathered mice, wasps, and a peculiar breed of spider I've never encountered before. On the other, it's large, well-heated in winter, and it's been a good shelter for me for the past six years. It watched me do an awful lot of growing up. I'm going to miss the neighborhood, Byron's and the bodega and the leaf-lined street, and being able to just run down the block to R's place when I wanted to hang out and/or bask in central air conditioning.
R and I have hatched a plan to keep in close touch, though. He shops regularly at the Trader Joe's near my new place, so it's likely that instead of meeting up at his place after work, he'll swing by mine on his way home. After all, I'll have cable television. :D
The new place is a lot more expensive, rentwise, than the eyrie, and it comes with a lot more social obligations, like a doorman and a condo association. But it's closer to work and newer and self-contained, and appropriately enough, this being the fourth, it feels a bit like freedom.
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Date: 2014-07-04 02:13 pm (UTC)There's a Welcome To Night Vale fic I read a while back where Cecil and Carlos move into their new home together and hold a housewarming; only, in NV this means a ritual where you introduce yourself to your new home and get to know things like where the socks that go missing from the dryer actually end up and what fuse-boxes short out the most often. Maybe you need a house-*closing* for your old place as well as a housewarming for your new one.
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Date: 2014-07-04 03:22 pm (UTC)As for the old place, I had two protective origami charms; when I leave I think I shall burn them, as an appreciative funeral.
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Date: 2014-07-04 05:07 pm (UTC)Re: charms-- If one of 'em has a bullet inside, be sure tomove it before burning!
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Date: 2014-07-04 05:17 pm (UTC)Here's the post on tumblr: http://tumblr.evilsupply.co/post/80044973047/hello-i-am-writing-because-im-facing-a-most-dreadful
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Date: 2014-07-04 06:59 pm (UTC)I once had a really odd ghost-type thing happen in the apartment I currently live in. I and my former roommate had gone shopping; we got home, walked in, and I immediately headed back to my room to get a book I was telling her about. I entered the doorway and froze, because lying on my bed was a large, long-haired gray tabby. His eyes were huge in what looked like shock-- I think I'd woken him up-- and I'm sure mine were too. We both stared at each other for about three seconds, and then he went off the bed like a rocket, straight towards the doorway where I was standing. I *heard* his feet hit the carpet-- and then there was nothing there, no sound, no cat, nothing. My roommate and I searched the whole damn apartment (and it's small) and nope, no cat anywhere.
I had never seen him before and I haven't since, but so long as he gets along with the rest of my critters, he's welcome here.
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Date: 2014-07-05 12:22 am (UTC)Though really - "sneezes going unsneezed"? I HATE THAT.
Dear quiet ghost in my flat - please show yourself in some other ways from that post. :)
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Date: 2014-07-06 09:14 pm (UTC)My cousin's son Zack was diagnosed with a rare chromosome abnormality. He is 1 of 1,200 diagnosed worldwide with 22q13 deletion syndrome, also known as Phelan-McDermid syndrome ( www.pmsf.org). This means he has problems similar to severe autism, plus physical problems--but his loving parents have made him a happy, appealing young man. It means so much to the family to meet people who share this, so every couple of years they try to find funds to attend a conference where they can meet other children and parents in the same situation. This year, they're trying to crowdfund it via http://www.gofundme.com/adxtfk Any donation is a wonderful gift!
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