The Move

So a day or so ago I moved in with my older sister, Kristin.  Small apartment, but it beats sharing a room with my two younger sisters. 

And while the idea of pretty much having my own room again was pretty much the best thing EVER, packing up all of my crap and then moving it was not.

Luckily, Kristin’s apartment is about a two minute drive from my mom’s place so it wasn’t some cross country or even cross city trek.  But loading all of the boxes and other such things into my little car just isn’t all it’s cut out to be. 

But okay, packing things up and loading up the car wasn’t that difficult of an ordeal.

It was the staircase.

The evil, narrow outside staircase the leads up to the apartment.  This staircase has tried its absolute BEST to try to kill me over and over.  Especially when it was dark outside and there were no lights anywhere and I just wasn’t sure whether or not there was, in fact, another stair.

There always was.

So yes, this staircase and I have history.

And there it stood, mocking me, as I looked at it with exasperation.  I immediately remembered how many trips it took to get all of the boxes to my car from my mother’s almost-level-with-the-ground duplex.  And now I face the imminent situation of having to make just as many trips but UP. STAIRS.

I was not pleased with the stairs.  Unfortunately they were very much there to stay.

Kristin added that little insight about zombies and made me promise to keep it.

So I sucked it up and carried my crap upstairs

As I continued to carry more and more boxes up into the apartment, Kristin’s cats started to become both excited and perplexed.  Because hey, some person was bring them lots of new toys!

Kristin has two cats: Psyche and Kaylee.  Psyche is relatively new and seems to love about everyone, or at least loves to eat their f****** hands while they’re sleeping.  Kaylee bug is a fat, grouchy bug whose meaning in life is apparently to hate me as deeply as she can.

Guys, this cat really hates me.

Which is really upsetting because she is just so cuddly with her fat belly.  But she loathes my very being.  I’m not even sure why.  I had been so nice to this cat before she started to hate me.

Of course now that she hates me I stop all such nonsense and just cuddle her whenever.

Which causes her to hate me more.

So while Psyche is all:

Kaylee is:

I don’t think she’s very happy with the fact that I’ve taken up residence in her Kingdom of Apartment.

Kaylee bug must not have trusted me to not do anything less than hell worthy because she kept giving me a look of suspicion mixed with disdain every time she saw me, while psyche just KNEW something awesome was going on.

But in spite of the cats getting into all of my things and the stairs trying to murder me I managed to move all of my stuff in.  I was quite proud of myself and proceeded to stuff my face with pizza with Kristin and Sara.

Glad to have moved and most definitely glad to have it over with.  I don’t plan on doing it again anytime soon.

Please dear God don't make me do this again anytime soon.