Settling in

My apartment is unpacked, and is starting to feel like home. Just as I thought, I don't miss The Guys as much as they miss me, but I think it's just because the were wearing me out acting like children. I go back to Toronto for Thanksgiving, so I'll get to see my family again which rocks. I messaged my boss to let her know that I would be coming back for Thanksgiving and to put me in for a few shifts over that break, a little extra money. She messaged me back saying that she thought I was leaving for good, so terminated my employee number. I won't get into the whole conversation, but I was pretty pissed off because the whole time that i've been planning for university, i've told all of them that i'd be back for the holidays. I know she was feeling pissed off because I was leaving, but I can't help but think she did it purposely so I wouldn't come back to work there, yet she still talks to me online all the time. ugh. Lifes pretty boring here, seeing as I don't know many people, but It's also kind of nice because I have a lot more time to myself. The osap thing got figured out (fingers crossed) and hopefully i'll be hearing back from them soon. either than that nothing else to report, I hope everyones having a good fall!

Catch 22

My first feeling of "what the hell was I thinking??" came the first night I moved into the apartment. I had one of those splitting migraines, where you don't care if theres curtains on your window or not, your going to strip down and shower and go to bed naked, if it only means the pain will stop for 5 secounds. I was naseaus, couldn't look at light, and about an hour after my Ma and Stepda leave, my Ma calls and says that my brother had forgotten his cell phone and I needed to drive it to where they were parked. The thought hit me when I had crawled under my duvet, with no sheets and one pillow, because everything else was still packed. Everything. My contact case, my solution, pajamas, clean underwear, Everything. And I thought, what the hell have I done? I've moved into an apartment I can't afford, to a town halfway accross the province, away from everyone and everything that I knew, with no way out. This sounds blissfull to some people, a fresh start, but to me I felt like there was no going back. The good thing about moving to a town where one person knows me? You don't give a shite what you look like leaving the house. You know you won't run into anyone you know, so you can wear those lovehandle jeans and no bra. You don't have to comb your hair if you've been moving all day. It's kind of nice. Like my Unluck dictates, I've had nothing but problems so far. No curtain rods to hang up my curtains, so everyone can see into my ground floor apartment with floor to ceiling windows. My OSAP was cancelled and I can't get ahold of the office until next week, which means no money for at least a month or so. my credit card is so run up on things like groceries and cleaning products, stuff i'd never thought of getting, that now i'm pretty far in debt. The move was interesting. Fatarse and another buddy moved all of my furniture and wordly goods from the house into the truck the night before we moved, which was nice of them, but we were supposed to have a trailer to put all the stuff on. Uhaul completly screwed us over, when we had booked a trailer a month ago, complete with confirmation number and everything, and suddenly, our trailer had been given away, the day before we had to leave. We demanded they find a new one, seeing as we HAD reserved it, but they hummed and hawed and couldn't find anything, so we ended up paying about $80 more for a truck from a different company. It took us 5 hours to drive from my town to Ottawa, me and my brother in one car, and my mom and dennis in the moving van. we stopped a few times for snacks and gas, but otherwise uneventful trip. Movig into the building, thats different, because we had to move in sections and it took about 20 minutes to move each section, plus when we got to the apartment someone who hadn't reserved the freight elevator was using it to move their stuff, so we had to wait. Ma and Stepda ordered in dinner and we all scarfed it down in record time, unearthing plates and cutlery. Then they had to drive back 5 hours that same day, because the truck couldn't be gone later than that. O yeah, it sucked. The night before I left there were a few huge partys, and all The Guys were there, going on about how much they'll miss me. It was nice, but I had the feeling if I wasn't leaving, they wouldn't have shown as much affection as they did. Oh well. With the exception of my clothes, i'm now moved in almost completly, still with no curtains and still broke as all else.