So, Kristen and I were this close to moving to Bremerton, Washington in three weeks—September 21. Unfortunately the apartment we had lined up was swooped up by someone else while we were sending back the paperwork. I had already spoke to the store manager of the Poulsbo Home Fucking Depot, and he told me that a job at his store was ready for us. Shit, I’d even be getting a raise.
But it was not to be.
We were going to stuff the kitties in back seat of the Hyundai, and just fucking drive. The cost of shipping our shit 3,000 miles was taken care of, too.
So close. So fucking close.
Both of us are done here. Done with Long Island. Save for getting considerably higher-paying jobs, we simply cannot afford to live here. And living apart from each other sucks balls. Like, really big, hairy balls. There’s really no joke I can say that would hide the fact that I want to live with her, like now. And being in this house without my mom is just too depressing. I just need to get out, now.
We’ll keep trying. Hopefully it won’t be too long. Also, I found the perfect family dentist practice for Kristen and I. Judging by the photo of Allan Hablutzel DDS—who I’m guessing is one of the two creepy guys in the above image—I just know my smile will be their top priority.
"Do you remember the saddest moment of your life?"
"Probably sitting at the kitchen table with my dad, an hour after my mother died, realizing we had to figure out what we were going to do for lunch."
Bleachers - I Wanna Get Better
I’m sorta embarrassed that I like this song…