a new day in the old town

Checking in

We are (mostly) in our new house. The two eldest who were still living at home are still at the old house for about 3 more weeks. The two youngest stayed in town there yesterday when we made a trip to clean out the storage unit because their dad is off through tomorrow.

Meaning Wolf and I made the 2nd trip down and unloaded stuff into a new storage unit and misc boxes into the house last night by ourselves.

The commute this morning though was blessedly short. I spent the rest of the morning napping. I’ve spent the afternoon and evening so far putting up a towel rack (twice, dangit) and shelving in the closet, so I can begin putting things away. I feel like I’m living in Darkest Crate Jungle.

He only got half a paycheck last Fri due to the holiday the week before, so by now I’m nearly out of funds until Friday. I had to get a few staples today. I set aside $20 for gas tomorrow and had $47.78 left. I got everything on my list, including 10# of potatoes and a 20# bag of food for the dogs, and had 87c leftover. Am I good or what.

We left our internet service on there for the kids and it’ll be transferred here on Jan. 3. Meanwhile I have very limited access, only through my phone’s 4G which I try not to use in case Wolf needs it in the road. Or if I go to the library I can use a computer for ½ hour.

Say hi if you feel like it and I’ll answer when the dialup sounds connect

Move on, leave, run away, escape this place… but don’t forget about me, about us, about this town. Always remember where you come from so you can appreciate how far you’ve come.
—  c.j.n.
You claim to love her, inside and out, but the only time you call her beautiful is when it’s 3 in the morning and I’ve already turned you down.
—  girls tell each other everything, c.j.n.

Monday 8:27am
I woke up with you on my mind.
You called me babe last night —
my heart is still pounding.

Tuesday 10:53pm
Today I realized we won’t work.
What we are is hurting her.
And I think she matters more to me than you do.

Wednesday 11:52pm
I broke things off with you today.
She barely said a word.
I’ve never regretted anything more than this.

Thursday 4:03pm
I shouldn’t have sent that message.
You shouldn’t have been so okay with receiving it.

Friday 9:57pm
I almost messaged you today.
I didn’t.

Saturday 8:49pm
I’m walking around town in search of alcohol.
They say that liquor numbs the pain of having a broken heart.
I want to put that to the test.

Sunday 2:32am
I heard you texted a girl you’ve never spoken to before.
I wonder if it’s because you’re trying to replace me.
I can’t help but wish you weren’t.
I thought I was irreplaceable.

—  a week with you on my mind, c.j.n.