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Moving on up…

So we are finally in our new place. Since my future sister in law can’t understand the concept of moving, most of our boxes and assorted bits of furniture is still gathered in the living room. It’s a good sign however, that all of that stuff that took up the entire old apartment actually fits in the living room. Space is super important.

So when we moved in she had stuff packed in the spare room. After all the nastiness she threw our way about how she was completely packed, I was only mildly surprised to look into that room and find that almost nothing was in a box or remotely packed in some way. She assured us she would be back the next day for it all…

:::snort:::

We looked in the basement because she had stuff down there as well. Let’s just say it is a hoarder’s paradise down there. The junk has slithered up the stairs, making it a treacherous endeavour to get up and down the stairs, and the pile of stuff (including two CRT tv’s, three coffee tables, two sets of headboard/footboards, and a cd rack The Fiancee owned when he was 12), is about as tall as I am. She’ll be back in two weeks for that.

:::snort:::

She had a set of keys, but promised she would call before she came over. She wouldn’t just stop by and let herself in.

:::snort:::

Came back to the apartment after gathering the second batch of our stuff from the last apartment to find she had waltzed in and put her grubby little hands over everything. The Fiancee called her and demanded her keys. She refused. We tried to get into the basement to bring some of her crapndown there only to find that she had put a latch lock on the other side of the door. The Fiancee pulled rhe door so hard he ripped the lock off.

After three+ days of stress,  very little sleep, and dehydration, my body had had enough.

It is now three days since my last seizure.

Not the way I wanted to start life in this new apartment. But stress has eased up some. His father changed all the locks and he and The Fiancee (over her very vocal protests) moved half of her crap out of the spare room. With a schedule to do the rest (basement is still undecided). Some of our boxes have made its way to where it is supposed to, and hopefully tomorrow we bang out the living room and make it more like a home. The temporary altars will be put in place and Hermes and Aphrodite will be able to come out of their boxes (too much stuff being tossed around, I’m afraid of breakage). Hopefully soon after that I find the boxes with the incense and herbs and I can get down and dirty and cleanse this place up. Then finally the transition ends, and the new life begins.

(As a side note: no one bothered to tell my future sister in law the locks changed. I’d pay to see the look on her face when she tries to get in again. Priceless.)

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