snake wall house or bust

the best laid plans. i made an exhaustive to-do list last week of everything that needed to get done by the time we move into our new house this weekend, but of course all kinds of other stuff came up & writing new posts here fell by the wayside. i kind of had a meltdown last week because a half-packed apartment always looks like such a disaster area. i have a little bit of obsessive-compulsive disorder related to liking things to be neat, clean, & well-organized, so…there were tears. but i am over it now. i have packed everything that will not be in use this week & all that’s left is jared’s stuff (which is his responsibility) & things we need until the last minute. i have a key to the new house, i picked out paint swatches (the landlady offered to pick up paint to spruce up the interior of the house before we move in), jared has booked the moving truck, & we have a crew of volunteers who have offered to help us move.

last week i got a couple of hilarious anonymous blog comments here from someone who seemed to have randomly come by & did not like what s/he read. she commented, “your boyfriend (who you never stop talking about) is apparently in grad school, but what is it exactly that you do? riding your boyfriend’s coattails & writing a boring blog–that’s soooo feminist!”

i had to laugh, because a) although i personally am a feminist, i don’t consider this to be a feminist blog, which is something i have stated several times. as a feminist, i will of course write feminist content from time to time, but anyone who bookmarks this blog because they think it’s a robust addition to the feminist blogosphere is going to be really disappointed. b) no shit i am boring! that’s how i like it. c) the comment about how i never stop talking about my boyfriend was left on a post in which i didn’t talk about jared at all. d) i think anyone who decides they’re going to get anywhere in life by riding the coattails of a graduate student is making some questionable life choices. unless they are trying to ride said coattails to a study carrel at the library where they will be routinely miller iced, or perhaps they are hoping for regular visits to the sushi kiosk in the basement of the student union. or the food stamps office. e) this person apparently read so many posts that they could confidently claim that i never stop talking about jared & am boring, but they missed the multiple times that i have written about being physically disabled, which is “what i do,” i guess. i write about it so often that some people have decided that i in fact write a blog about disability issues.

haters gonna hate. i’m okay with that.

right now i am just pumped about moving to the new house & starting the next chapter in my life. my friend alyssa was in town last week & we took a little walk so i could show off the new place. the previous tenant was in the process of moving out & had put out a selection of her belongings for trash pick-up–mostly old binders. but alyssa’s eagle eyes spotted a little picture frame with the words “world’s best cat” on it, which she gave to me. i will be inserting a photo of charlotte & putting it on my desk. we already have a large photograph of charlotte’s face that we put in a prominent position everywhere that we live. my former roommate tracy was taking a photography class & she decided to specialize in animal portraits. she took several rolls worth of film of charlotte & chose her favorite as a going-away gift for me when i moved out of the house we shared. we hung it over our dining room table in our current place, & whenever i looked at it, i thought about how citizens in many dictatorships are expected to keep a photo of the dictator in a prominent place in their homes. i guess jared & i live in a catocracy.

alyssa also pointed out that the new house has a stone wall separating the backyard from the alley, & the wall is topped by a sculpted concrete snake with spikes coming out of its back. i don’t know how i never noticed it myself, because it’s big & prominent. things like this really make me think that i’ll never cut it as a fiction writer because i can be incredibly unobservant. alyssa was like, “this is snake wall house! i love snake wall house!” apparently she’s known about the snake wall for years & always admired it. the landlady said she’s bringing in a mason to spruce up the spikes on the snake over the summer.

i felt really anxious & hopeless last week because i had convinced myself we were never going to find a subletter to take over our current lease. i’d been showing the place at least five times a week for over two months & no one had even put in an application. & then over the weekend, suddenly six different people were vying for it. one dude got there first with decent credit. he’s been approved & put down a deposit, so it looks like this summer is going to rule: new house, cheaper rent, & a snake wall. these are the ingredients for happiness.

3 Comments Add yours

  1. justine says:

    good luck with the move Ciara! I know that can be really stressful.

    haters gonna hate:

  2. justine says:


    check it.

  3. Betsy says:

    Moving just $#*&ing sucks, no way around it.

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