Stuck...

[write_my_dreams]

Supposedly, I leave for New York City on Saturday.Supposedly. I was supposed to leave January 3rd, then the 8th. Then it became the 20th--at this point Dad and I are pissed and telling my sister (she's the one who keeps changing the dates on us) that this is going to be the final date. Then my sister decides that us coming on a Wednesday isn't very convenient and it'd be better for us to come out Friday because then she'll be home from work and can hang out with me on the weekend. Fine, I'm irritated that the date is changed again but this makes sense and it'd be nice to be able to hang out with her and explore. I'm thinking I have a set date or my move. Ha, I should have known better! Fellow Americans recall the epic snowstorm... Dad suggested we leave Wednesday as planned to get to NYC before the storm, my sister whines that the apartment isn't set up entirely yet, blah blah, bunch of excuses that made me want to go out and throttle her. Dad and I are extremely irritated with her and say fuck it that we'll come back when she and the boyfriend get back from England. Boyfriend is English and lost a family member recently.

Now they're returning Saturday. Mom, Dad, and I are planning to arrive into NYC on Sunday. But I've had my move date changed so many times that I'm just waiting for it to get changed again. What's the latest excuse going to be this time? I was seriously thinking my sister didn't even want me living with her at all... she assured me she did, but given I have a self esteem level of -900 it's difficult to believe that. Especialy since my original purpose of coming to NYC has been nulled: I was supposed to watch her puppy while she was at work, and I look for a job out there because the job prospects are much better there than they ever would be in Michigan. Now Laura's boyfriend moved in... which is ok, because I met him over Christmas and he's super nice and I didn't feel like the awkward little sister around him... and he works from home, meaning he could watch Ollie while Laura's off at work.

I wanted to do some writing today to try to distract myself from the uncertainty about my move date and how life is going to be out there, but I barely made it into the house from lunch before I had this awful meltdown and was crying so hard I was coughing and almost threw up. Then I got a massive headache which my darling dog didn't help with by barking loudly. At least having two puppies was nice because they kept jumping up and licking my tears off my cheeks so that I was laughing too. They're sweet. Even though they drive me crazy sometimes.

Slowly I've been working on my MiA chapters. I have four done and a sidestory done then I have half of chapter 5 written. According to my outline this fic is going to be 10 chapters long so I'm trying to get the first half done and edited before I start posting. Really hoping to post the first chapter on Friday, but we'll see how far along I can get this week. Kind of wrote the rest of today off because of how awful I felt earlier and then I feel kind of sick from lunch.

Comments

[hamhamheaven.livejournal.com]

How incredibly frustrating! I don't think I could stand living with someone that flaky. Sounds like the only way you're ever going to actually get moved is if you just show up at her door one day. I don't blame you one bit for feeling annoyed, but try not to assume she doesn't want you there.

It's funny how pets can make even the crummiest situations feel better just through their unconditional love.

I look forward to your MiA story whenever you decide to post it!

[write_my_dreams]

She's always been flaky like this but if you do the same to her she gets so irritated. That's basically how it feels and I'm going to be shocked if the move actually happens this week. It's difficult not to think that with all the delays but she did make sure to tell me that she and Stephen both want me there and are excited for me to be there.

Pets make everything better <3 Even my snobby diva cat purred for me.

Hopefully soon! Then his highness will be (temporarily) appeased.

[hamhamheaven.livejournal.com]

"Snobby diva cat" made me chuckle! I call my brat "the toad" when he gets all puffed up and smug.