Aug
07
2014

The Good, The Bad, & The Ugly

5:13 PM   ♥   Comment

I may have mentioned that my brother was moving out. The last day he was here, he gave me money that he owed me for watching Mya, and he felt bad that he gave us such short notice that he tossed Andrew some money for partial rent.

The good:

My brother really only took his TV and clothes.  He left his furniture, bed, dresser, night stand, and even a large dog crate. This is great because now we have an extra room, mainly for the kids. While we have a 3 bedroom apartment, the middle room is a railroad room which means it has no door and you have to walk through it to get to the bathroom or the back room (my brother’s room). So, we turned that into the cat’s room. We had all intentions of getting a LARGE cat tower for them but things happen and it hasn’t happened yet. However, they aren’t without as it has our spare recliners (that moved up there when we got a sectional), a spare bed from my mom’s house (and before that the spare bunk beds), a dresser, and a window. So, they are pleased with that set up. We had intended on letting one of the kids stay up there on our weekend with them but there is no TV so that didn’t work out.

Regardless, now we have a room for them, and extra closet for us, and access to our tiny attic space. Not to mention, our electric bill will go down drastically since every time I walked by my brother’s room, there was something on despite him pulling a 24hour shift.

The bad:

I’m sad to see him go. I mean, of course it was bound to happen, but just like it was hard to move away from my mom, this is just as hard. My brother and I have lived together since he was born. Although he’s pulled away from the family quite a bit over the last few years, namely whenever he has a girlfriend (suddenly it becomes all about her family) it was nice having him around. I fear not seeing him now except on family gatherings. We are hoping that isn’t the case but my mom has decided to try and thwart that by making mandatory Sunday dinners for all of us.

We don’t see our Aunt and Uncle. I honestly, couldn’t tell you what my Uncle is up to since the last time I saw him was Bampa’s funeral. Things went south with my family after his death and we all had a falling out but we didn’t see our Uncle that much before that anyway. I fear that this might happen with my brother. His attitude as of late makes it seem like he’s so much better than us, the same way our Aunt and Uncle are. I’m afraid he’s not going to make an attempt to see us unless he has to. As it is now, he only calls my mother when he needs something.

This means, it’s now just Andrew and I. Which is what I’ve wanted for a while but it still makes me sad to think about how old I’ve gotten, I’m on my own now, I’m losing the last bit of my childhood. It had to happen eventually but I didn’t think it would be scary.

The ugly:

I don’t go in my brother’s room. Despite growing up together, we are completely different people. My brother is all redneck, it’s all about hunting, fishing, guns, etc. I’m afraid of guns. He had quite a few, most of them inherited from my grandfather. I have irrational fears about guns. I don’t touch them or even like being in the same room as them. Loaded, safety on, etc, it will find someway to shoot me. So, I never went in there.

I made sure he had removed them all with the stuff he was taking on the last day he was here. I needed to get in there and get it rearranged for the kids to sleep in there. As soon as I walked in, I honestly didn’t feel like I should be in there. His TV was gone but everything else was there, coats, boots, decorations, shell casings, air conditioner. It didn’t feel like he moved out. I had told him he didn’t have to worry about cleaning it because what I had seen of it, it wasn’t bad. I figured a quick sweep and I could move everything where I wanted.

Oh how wrong I was. Once I did my initial sweep, I started moving things. Oh dear lord. There was garbage stacked behind his dresser, next to it, in his closet, behind his night stand, under his bed. Soda bottles, condom wrappers, papers, moldy dishes. I rearranged and swept everything into a pile and I walked out. It was late and I didn’t feel like dealing with that right then.

I still have to go up there and finish it and I’m not looking forward to it. Once I do, though, I can get my organization underway and get the house in order.

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I’m Randi, short for RandiLynn. I am a 25 year old blogger, web developer, furmama, and gamer from Northeast PA. I live with my husband and 7 animals. I live, eat, and sleep HTML & CSS. I spend my time creating pretty web stuff, blogging, gaming or binge-watching TV shows.


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