House cleared out of all minimalistic posessions
Moving back in with my rents
Another day in the life, but believe me when i tell you that this step is a very big one in the right direction, despite the fact that the last part of my checklist was entitled moving in with my parents, believe me when I say that I am not on the fast track to being a world of warcraft playing dungeon dweller living in my parents basement .
But alas I have been beyond the point of insanity and back these last couple fo days, and I am here to report that I have only lost a few limbs and maintained my sobriety throughout the whole process. So what the hell has been going on and why the hell should you even give a s$%^?
In a nutshell here has been my unbelievable living situation for the last two and a half years. I have been living (see squatting) a semi pack rat household with a plethora of colorful roommates all while under the guise of a landlady who has refused to accept my rent checks. Yes you read that right, I have not been paying rent (and even some utilities) for over two years. Now before you stone me to death with stories of mortgage payments and woes of high rise apartment costs in downtown Manhattan, bear in mind that this living situation has been far from plush, and overall has been nothing short of a a hilarious adventure that my mother described as, “the most disgusting house” she had ever set foot in. So moving beyond how I arranged that amazing living situation, lets get into the meat of the post.
As you can imagine, it would be fairly hard for anyone to pack up and get all of their shit out of a house where they had almost no obligations and no financial commitments and move to a city where their costs of living are literally going to triple what they were before, with no immediate change in discernible income. And that has been my dilemma ever since I returned from the USA tour of glory that I embarked on at the end of last summer. But a few months ago I realized something that I was right in front of my face the whole time. I needed to take some damn action
I know, I know. The kid who never shuts up about taking action actually is sitting here writing about how he didn’t take action in something as serious as this in his life? Well that fact of the matter was, all the other areas of my life I found relatively easy to create action in. Whether it was chatting up every girl with dark hair and a mini skirt, to going to the gym and eating right, to even getting all over my finances and putting an ever constant grin on my stupid face 24/7. All of that came very easy to me, but the one thing that was most important to me (getting the f$%^ out of Michigan) seemed to be the hardest button to push. Maybe it was because I had lots of friends and lovers here, and close family to depend on. Maybe it was simply the security of knowing that I could always be that much more safe in my low levels of personal change here in the Midwest instead of taking the dangerous and exciting plunge into a new area of with people and experiences. Really it didn’t matter, and I’m not one to reminisce and come up with an answer to every every angle imaginable. It still came down to me taking action
So I bit the bullet, made a move date and moved all the pieces together like a chess player on crack cocaine. Now as I sit here typing on my mothers laptop, writing another post for my website that I love so dearly, and admire my enormous white cat that looks as if she ate a tire, I know that all is right in my world. Will this big move work out like a giant rainbow of lollipops and gumdrops and where there indeed be a midget await me with a pot of gold? Probably not, but if there has been one thing that my life has taught me in all these years, its the tough moments as much as the fun moments that define who you are, and if life was one big uphill roller coaster, than shit, you would never have the fun of falling down.