well... it never really stopped.
Since I moved out of my last apartment back in March, I've been living out of 2 suitcases (and whatever I could fit in my car). I took 2 suitcases with me to Barcelona - but never quite got settled there (*cough* uh, mom - care to make some space for me this time?)
I returned with 2 (lighter) suitcases, and re-filled them with clothes I'd left at my dad's. Now I'm trying to re-pack those 2 suitcases for the return... and decide what I'm gonna ship, and how I'm gonna ship what's left. Funny how it's gotten easier to let go of stuff.
I think I can fit everything I want on a pallet. Though there is a box of clothes that I'd want sooner rather than the 6-10 weeks via air-sea packing. All this stuff that's for shipping is at my dad's. I was there for a good 7 hours today. He hardly said more than 5 sentences to me all day. Didn't even ask me about my whole LudoBites adventure.
Last week:
Me: Hey dad, I got a reservation at LudoBites on the closing night - for 4. Mike & Veronica (my cousins) wanted to go - so I got a table for family!
Dad: Oh, Saturday? I had plans. I just changed my trip to San Diego from yesterday to Saturday. It's a good thing I changed it from yesterday because of that power outage.
Me: uh - you can't change it again? This is the last chance.
Dad: ummm, no - it's ok.
Wow. This thing that I was really proud of, and excited to be a part of just wasn't interesting enough for him. San Diego isn't going anywhere... And he's known that I'm leaving on the 20th... does he ever call me? It's ok, I can write about it - he won't read any of this. He likes to say he cares about me, but in reality - his actions speak louder than words... oh wait - he doesn't even talk to me. We're not fighting or anything - he's in his self-absorbed little world, and I'm just not a part of it.
Poor Lisa, my whole inventory of stuff has exploded all over her living room floor. Three days. I feel like listening to some Jane's Addiction now.
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