Yesterday I attempted to tell my mom that we're moving to Portland. When I called her she was at Publix and I only talked to her for a minute before she asked if she could call me back. She never did and I went to bed really early. She texted me later and apologized, said to call if I wanted but I knew that she had spent the afternoon drinking so I didn't think it was the best time. I think I will call her tonight as soon as she gets home from work, before she has the opportunity to get any alcohol in. I did successfully tell my dad a few days ago though. He wasn't surprised, just worried about the cost. I didn't go into much detail with him, but I told him we are scaling down our belongings. Saturday we went through the DVDs and chose what we want to keep and what we want to get rid of. It's a decent size stack to sell, but nothing we will get a ton of money for. Either way, every little bit helps and it will add up. We're starting on the kitchen soon. Then I think we will start posing craigslist ads for the bigger stuff that we will get more for that way as opposed to at the garage sale. As soon as I get my FSA reimbursement check we're opening that ING savings account. Not having immediate access to the money will help not spend it, plus we'll get a little interest. Same amount we would get in my checking account, only I won't spend all of it, heh. I may beg my parents for my christmas presents early. Cash as always. Please?
I have the worst chest pain. It goes from the front of my chest, right between my boobs but up a little but, all the way through my back. It feels like my insides are being held tight. I don't know what it's from but it started last night. Maybe the dog? Since I am consciously taking the pressure of her pulling away from my arms and shoulders, maybe using my center of gravity has upset my chest muscles? I have to walk her holding the leash in my left hand because of my right shoulder, so I am definitely using muscles that aren't used to being abused. I need to get her a special collar like Samus wears apparently. She has got to learn not to pull like that, it's fucking hard to control her. She can be so good off leash but she is just not consistent and I don't want to risk her getting hurt or getting into trouble. Plus, we have the new creepy neighbors living in the abandoned house (yes, that's right) and I don't want her going over to their yard. They haven't even bothered to cut the grass since they've been staying there and it is out of control. Probably filled with snakes and god knows what (bodies). They're living in this house with broken windows and lights that look like a kill room. We heard them fighting the other night- it sounded like Coco's neighbors. It was kind of scary- they're house is only about 10 feet away from ours and we are down lower than they are so the sound travels nicely. I thought I was going to get caught in a crossfire. Can't wait to get away from these Appalachian freaks. (No offense my Appalachian friends.)
Shanna said "No matter what you do, don't stay in Hillsboro." Not that there is anything wrong with it (other than what we all know is wrong with it- the creepy migrant worker slave sheds speak volumes), but she says we wouldn't get the real Portland experience out there. This I get. I would love to live in Portland proper, somewhere we can walk, bike and train without having to drive. I would love to live somewhere we can walk to the store to pick up a few things or bike to the yarn store (heh, jealous Grannie?). That is one thing that we've actually always missed about Jacksonville- the last house we lived in was right next to a Publix and a bunch of other handy stores. Mr. Aed and I would walk over to Moe's for dinner or walk up to Publix for a few things. It was very nice. That just isn't feasible here. The only people who walk (especially in our area) are those that have to- it just isn't safe. Yet another reason that we got so damn fat once we moved here.
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