Post Recovery:3

So moving from Orlando to back home in Erin... if it didn't fit in what I realized was my depressingly small Ford Escape, it was either given away, thrown away, or sold. Period.
I was stupid.
Moving down to Orlando, my fiancee, his friend (our roomate for a year), and myself rented a Uhaul. A disaster of an expereince in and of itself- and cost 800$. Ew. However, if was a small thrid world country inside. Score. It was a diesel guzzling air killer. Ew. I wasn't old enough to drive it so said roomie did. Score. It didn't go faster than 58 miles per hour the entire trip. Booo.
So we didn't want to repeat that.

I ended up selling some of my less endeared paperbacks for spare change avowing to repurcase them later in hardback. I still haven't and feel slightly bummed by it. Despite the fact I dont have a bookshelf now and all books are in a closet or in the back of said suv. I feel like a betrayer to these books. Or like a pimp-in the non-fashionable way.

I also kick myself for tossing my fountain and a statue of a wolf my mother gave me. Fountain is no longer made by homemedics and statue... was cute and hell if I know where to get one again.

I hate our apartment. I hate the people who live in our complex. I hate the architect who designed the deceiving and alluring facades. I wish bad things on that establishment-after I move this fall. And it will get a bad review on forrent.com