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Monday, November 28, 2011
Plans

360 days.

That is the time I have to plan my eventual escape from Vegas. In 360 days I will be on my own for the first time in my entire life. Living in a city where I will know almost no one. My family will be up north. My friends will be a minimum of four hours away. I will be forced to be a real adult. That's some scary shit people.

Thinking about it simultaneously causes me to internally freak the fuck out and act like an excited two year old after a Mountain Dew. With any lucky my head won't re-create that scene in Scanners and just explode. Many things have to be done between now and then, so with any luck that will keep my in line more or less.

I am completely dreading a conversation that will inevitably have to occur. It will suck monster monkey balls, but having to live under the same roof with the bastard until I leave will suck worse. I am pretty sure he thinks we have some kind of fucked up open relationship going on here. That isn't the case in the least. I have zero feelings left for him. Shit he says to me doesn't even upset me anymore. I have completely closed myself off to him. However, when I tell him I am not only moving, but that I am leaving the state alone, he will lose his shit. I have to be ready for that. And really, can you prepare for that?

The location of the move is basically a done deal. While I love one of the other places I was considering going, this place makes much more sense. You'll just have to trust me on that one. Some people know where I am going, others, well, it isn't any of their fucking business. Since this is a public type place and people do know the person behind it, I will probably never disclose it here. No offense, but part of the reason for leaving in the first place is to make a complete break from this situation. That means the longer it takes him to figure out where I am the better.

Not only do I have to find a place to live, but I have to figure out exactly what I am taking. Luckily I don't have any furniture. Never thought I would find that awesome, but not being allowed to buy any may work out in my favor in this situation. For the most part I will be starting new. New furnishings, new location, new phone numbers, everything. It really is scary as fuck.

I am going to try to have a moving preparations post once a week. Kind of to keep me on track. They will be in general, of course, but I think it is something that I need to do. You can go along with it or not, makes me no mind. All of this is something I have to do. I've threatened it many times, but this time, it is for real.


Posted at 11:44 pm by Zombie

 

File under: Adventures, Escape, No, I don't care who you are, Vegas...errr... hell

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