It's been almost two weeks since I reluctantly pulled myself away from the love of my life and moved to Victoria. No, I do not mean Edmonton. I mean Byron. It was sad and incredibly hard to leave him. Harder than I could ever imagine. And I cried.. a lot. I have never missed someone as much as I miss him. He'll be here soon, and then we won't ever have to be apart like this ever again. It's that anticiaption that is keeping me going these days.
You see, I'm homeless. I was told several versions of my move-in date. It was going to be the 15th, then the 10th, now the 15th. I have my keys and I'm moving in tomorrow. Well, I'm taking my suitcases there, since my belongings aren't coming until Monday. For the past two weeks, I have been crashing on couches and appreciating my friends' unending generosity. I'm tried, my back hurts, and I just want to unload my bags and set up a home for me and Byron. But no. My movers are tools.
Word of advice... do NOT choose a mover because their name is cute. "Mini Movers" was not a good choice. Cheap, indeed, but it's been a headache getting my stuff here. I had to leave my apartment with everything still inside, waiting for the movers when I flew here. They delivered it to the north part of Vancouver Island. I could not find my mover all week, and when I finally did find him, he asked "What can I do for ya?" Ummm, how's about your f*cking job!? His truck is broken and he's not coming with my things until Monday afternoon. Oh yeah, and he reminded me several times that he's on vacation. Who cares! I'm freaking homeless!
Something like this was bound to happen. The plans for getting here, the flight, the apartment, and especially Byron came together so quickly and smoothly that it was almost surreal. So this is just the other shoe dropping.
Once I move in, I can blog more. Until then, enjoy your beds.
Lovingly Yours,
xoxoSallyt
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