So it appears I am moving. Again. At least this time it’s within the same city. I have no plans to leave my beloved Toronto, though the boyfriend does.
Le gasp! Are we breaking apart after almost 9 years? Uh, hells no. Suckers. He just found out yesterday that his dreams are coming true and he is in medical school as of September……5 hours away.
Obviously we knew when he applied that there’d be a chance he’d get in, but we just figured we’d deal with that when we came to it. Well, it arrived last night. We’d touched on it before and it was pretty much no question that I will not be moving with him.
I have an unbelievably difficult time making friends, and now that I have the most amazing ones on the planet (they’re way better than yours, I’m tellin’ ya) I’m not willing to let them go. I’m not willing to move to a smaller place. I’m not willing to adjust to a new job. I’m not willing to relearn streets and where grocery stores are. I would move up there to sit at home with no friends, no familiarity and no family, while he was at school all day. Then I’d have to be quiet at night while he studied and I went stir crazy. All in all, it’s a bad plan.
I’m not sad about it and neither is he. It would be such a bad idea for both of us for me to move (I’m seriously a headcase when it comes to shit like that), that it wasn’t even a discussion. We’ve been apart WAAAAAYYY more often than we’ve been together. I met him online in 1999 (before it was cool or even remotely acceptable to do that), and obviously lived far away. Moved to Ontario, lived with him for four months. Lived in Waterloo for four months while he was in Toronto. Moved to Saskatoon for four months, he stayed here. Moved back to Waterloo/Saskatoon for three years while he was in Toronto. Lived with him for a year, lived in a seperate place for a year, and now have lived in the same place again for the last year. We’ve got the long distance thing down pat.
Of course though, with him leaving, I have to leave this apartment. I can’t afford the rent on my own. Which means I get to move. Again. For the 8 millionth time in 10 years. Fuckity fuck fuck.
I can’t even convey how much I hate moving. HATE. IT. Ugh. And apartment hunting will suck a bit too, since I’m ‘on a budget’. Pfffft. Whatever.
I’ve already secured the couch and the bed and one of the bookshelves. Im pretty sure I’ll get the dining room table and chairs too, cuz he hates it.
However, he gets the dog. This breaks my heart, but it’s only right. I’m away from the house for 10 hours at a time at least, each weekday. I can’t make her wait that long. He will only have classes in the morning and have all afternoon to take her out. Plus, she adores him and follows him around like a….little lost puppy….She gets depressed when he leaves town for a few days for a conference, I can’t expect her to live with me. I’m going to miss her like mad, it kills me, I don’t even want to think about it. Who knows, maybe I’ll move out there for a year or so and not miss four years of her little life, but we’ll have to wait and see.
Ugh. The thought of all of this is tiring me out. Hunting for a place, packing, moving, unpacking, arranging services, rerouting my mail, reacquainting myself with a neighbourhood, figuring out the commute time, getting comfy in a new place, losing my Zoey dog and the boyfriend.
Haha, this post sucks. It’s really gone way downhill from where I thought it’d be.
So yeah. Moving sucks. Any tips on making it suck less? My strategy up until now was often just to abandon my place for the new one. I’ve left so much shit in my wake, it isn’t funny. I just up and leave. Fuck it, it’s only stuff. I’ve left beds, desks, kitchen tables, TV’s, dishes, CD players, computers, dressers, futons, chairs…just cuz I’m too damned lazy to move it all. Hahaha. But now we have nice stuff and that’s not an option.
This time, it’s all gotta come with me. Wish me luck in the apartment hunt and pray that I can find some competent movers. And oh yeah….yay boyfriend for making it in!!