The Pants Of Men.
Three days ago, almost every 20 minutes, the words, "Jacob this is your apartment" or "Jacob, you have an apartment" came out of Lakota's mouth. And yes you guessed it, I have am officially in my apartment. And I freaking love it. It is so wonderful to actually be out on my own. No roommmate, no shared living space. It is all mine. I can roam around from room to room naked and not have to worry about freaking out a person if the happened to walk in...well there is one person that I might have to worry about walking it, and that is my spare key holder, but I really am not worried...mainly because I could hear them trying to unlock the door, and I would shamefully put some clothes on. Lame. But finally it is all mine and I couldn't be happier.
Main reason for wanting to move out...Yes, yes I know, you thought I covered this already...having a place of my own, being more independent, and so on....WELL the truth is that about a week before I get news of this apartment, my mother and I got in a little bit of an argument. It is lame, but I am so happy that it happened. We were sitting down for a quick dinner before I had to go back to work, and she just said "Can I ask you something?" And in my mothers language that translates into "I have something incredibly awkward to ask you and one of us is going to end up in tears." And being the wonderful son I am, politely allowed her to continue. A couple weeks before we had the missionaries over and we were talking about Tarot readings and palm reading and I just said how much I love getting them done because they are hilarious. It is just funny to see how vague they are and what I try to attach meaning to. Well she didn't like that obviously. So she began to cry and tell me how we cannot receive divine inspiration that way, that the only way we can receive inspiration is through personal revelation, or something like that, I have already forgotten. Well to make an even longer story short, we ended up getting on the topic of how I felt like she puts her religion before her family. That she would do anything for her religion but when it comes to her family she is always hesitant to do something. NOW the part where the apartment comes in, I flat out told her that I believed the only way for her and I to EVER have a relationship again is for me to move out. I am a firm believer that distance makes the heart grow fond.
So far, everything has been wonderful. We get along like nobodies business. We talk every day, she invites me over for dinner...and it has only been 4 days. I just think that with the two of us NOT living in the same house will do us a lot of good. Allowing us to both grow as individuals.
Needless to say, I am ecstatic to finally be moved in. Now, goals for the coming week:
1. Ask Alexa if she would like to paint some art work for my apartment (I'll fork out some cash of course).
2. Get a garbage can, hand soap, and a stool.
3. Find a place for my bike.
4. Sell end tables, both sets of remaining dishes and take clothes to Runway Fashion Exchange.
Main reason for wanting to move out...Yes, yes I know, you thought I covered this already...having a place of my own, being more independent, and so on....WELL the truth is that about a week before I get news of this apartment, my mother and I got in a little bit of an argument. It is lame, but I am so happy that it happened. We were sitting down for a quick dinner before I had to go back to work, and she just said "Can I ask you something?" And in my mothers language that translates into "I have something incredibly awkward to ask you and one of us is going to end up in tears." And being the wonderful son I am, politely allowed her to continue. A couple weeks before we had the missionaries over and we were talking about Tarot readings and palm reading and I just said how much I love getting them done because they are hilarious. It is just funny to see how vague they are and what I try to attach meaning to. Well she didn't like that obviously. So she began to cry and tell me how we cannot receive divine inspiration that way, that the only way we can receive inspiration is through personal revelation, or something like that, I have already forgotten. Well to make an even longer story short, we ended up getting on the topic of how I felt like she puts her religion before her family. That she would do anything for her religion but when it comes to her family she is always hesitant to do something. NOW the part where the apartment comes in, I flat out told her that I believed the only way for her and I to EVER have a relationship again is for me to move out. I am a firm believer that distance makes the heart grow fond.
So far, everything has been wonderful. We get along like nobodies business. We talk every day, she invites me over for dinner...and it has only been 4 days. I just think that with the two of us NOT living in the same house will do us a lot of good. Allowing us to both grow as individuals.
Needless to say, I am ecstatic to finally be moved in. Now, goals for the coming week:
1. Ask Alexa if she would like to paint some art work for my apartment (I'll fork out some cash of course).
2. Get a garbage can, hand soap, and a stool.
3. Find a place for my bike.
4. Sell end tables, both sets of remaining dishes and take clothes to Runway Fashion Exchange.
Oh Happy Day oh Happy Happy Day! You too can now embrace the joy of NAKED THURSDAYS!!!!!!!! I rejoice with the other peasants!
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