And I find it kinda funny
I find it kinda sad
The dreams in which I'm dying
Are the best I've ever had
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Honestly, being here for the past 24hrs or so just feels different now. I'm familiar with the place I've lived in for all my life, but to me, it's not a home anymore. People say that home is where the heart is, and I feel that it's true. My heart is no longer here, but with him, in Idaho.
Don't get me wrong, I love my family and my friends. But it feels weird, it feels different. Getting used to him and then having it taken away from me and thrown back into a world I once knew. Three months isn't a long time, no... but it was long enough for me to build a stronger relationship with the man I'm going to marry some time in the near future.
Update on the immigration issue. Karl called the United States Citizenship and Immigration Services (USCIS) and they said that they have not processed our petition. In fact, they don't even know if they have received it, so they asked us to call back in two weeks. I'm thinking of getting Karl to call back slightly earlier, just to bug them until they do something. The uncertainty and stress of this whole issue is putting unnecessary strain on our relationship.
I'm going to rant a little bit now. I cannot stand one of Karl's roommates. Technically, one of his roommate's wife. There are five of us. Karl, myself, Ry, Mal and his wife Jess. Let me just get this clear. I-DO-NOT-LIKE-HER. Not because she's a woman and I feel she's invading territory, nothing like that. After all, she was there first. But she marks her territory obviously. With filthy, disgusting dishes.
Let me set the scene for you. Ry is a nice dude (with an anger problem), with occasional bouts of Obsessive Compulsive Disorder (OCD) where he tends to clean. A lot. Lucky thing is, he doesn't direct his anger at people directly. He just punches things. Like his door. The one other person who actually does cleaning, especially in the kitchen area, is me. However, the two of us know how to make a mess, and clean it up after we're done.
Not Jess.
She's 19, I think. But maturity doesn't come with age. She seems quite self-centered and confrontational sometimes, and she wants Mal all to herself, not understanding fully that he has other friends too. I've heard stories from people, and they're not exactly pleasant to listen to. I mean, if Karl wants to go for a late-night poker game, I let him. Why not? He deserves a night out with the guys whenever he wants, really. Jess however, told Mal to put off his plans (made a week in advance, mind!) and take her shopping. THEY got a hamster because SHE misses her cats. How is that logical?
This was an actual conversation.
P: What's up?
J: Nothing much, I'm just having a feud with Malik right now.
P: Oh? What happened?
J: I wanted to buy this pair of pants but Malik got all pissy on me, so we haven't spoken for a while.
P: Ah hah...
J: So I'm headed out to buy those pants. And when I return, I'm going to tell him, "Let me feel good about being your wife. Let's go out to eat."
In my mind, I was trying not to make any snide comments. My mind's free to roam, but I made sure my mouth stayed shut. But honestly, I was thinking to myself, "Like Mal's gonna be sooo much happier having to spend even MORE pointless money."
ANYWAY! Back to what I was going on about dishes. I honestly don't mind doing the dishes for Ry and Mal. Ry cleans the bathroom we share with Karl every once in a while, and several times, the kitchen floor. Mal does his own laundry as well as Jess', so I kinda don't blame him. Jess however, does nothing but make a mess larger.
So about those dishes. Mal and Jess cook a lot. Mostly taco meat and other not-so-nutritious things. When they're done cooking, they dump the pots and pans and plates into the sink before taking their food into their room to eat. On several occasions, the crockery sits in the kitchen sink for a couple of days as I usually do the dishes anyway.
One time however, I had just done the dishes and went out with Karl. When I returned, I found that the sink was full. Again. With dirty dishes, and a tupperware case of pasta that had been sitting in the fridge for a month, then out of the fridge for a week. I decided to leave it there and see when they'd actually lift a finger to help. A week passed. Nothing. Ry comes home each day after work getting angrier and angrier at the pile of dishes. He even broke one of the dishes on the kitchen floor in his anger. That only made him even more pissed.
Funny thing, though. The couple doesn't cook when there is nothing to use. It got to a point where all there's left in the cabinets were PLATES as we had tons of those. No cups, no glasses, no bowls. Even the large serving bowl that belonged to Karl had been missing for a month or two.
During the week, Ry had expressed his desire to move out of the apartment within the month to Karl and myself, while we were playing on the Wii. He was growing very tired of the couple's (mostly Jess') habits, and wanted out. Needless to say, Karl and I were pretty upset. I mean, we like Ry, he's a good guy. Sure he has a hole in his door where he punched it last year, but nevertheless, a good guy. To be sure, we even asked if it was our fault, if we had done anything to upset him. He didn't place the blame on us, but on Jess.
Riding in the car with Karl later that evening, I told him that I was kinda bummed that Ry was intending on moving out. Karl agreed, and at that point, I felt that I had to persuade Ry not to move out. The next day while Karl was still at work, Ry came home from work, and I told him that both Karl and myself were not happy with the fact that he had decided to move out. I asked him to take some time to think, preferably when I returned Stateside. We ended up discussing alternatives, one of which made us think hard, but the idea pleased us. It meant both Karl and Ry moving out to a smaller apartment, same complex or no.
Considering it's a lot cheaper than living in a house, and a lot more convenient (just a lot less customizable), the idea didn't seem like it had any flaws. I can cook and clean, and Ry cleans too. Karl and Ry had been sharing a bathroom since Karl moved in two years ago, and there had been no disputes there, so even a 2 Bed 1 Bath apartment wouldn't be a problem. The plan was almost perfect. It was getting them to move out on Mal that was going to be a problem, as they were all friends, and it would seem like betrayal in a way. Still, both men decided to sleep on the idea.
After a week I finally broke down and did the dishes. I even scrubbed the kitchen counters and cleaned everything, from the cabinets to the hobs. I even cleaned and dried the sink and emptied the waste disposal, which was still rather full with leftover and ultra-drenched, rancid food. I was still scrubbing and cleaning and cursing under my breath when Matt came over. Ry came home and was surprised, but he didn't seem as angry as he was the day before, when he broke the plate.
After that incident though, it turned out that Ry might not be moving after all. I'm glad, honestly I am. I've grown to get used to Ry, no matter how much he pokes fun at me. I even like being around him.
However, as soon as I was done with the dishes, they began to cook again. This time, they brought out all the hidden dishes and cutlery they had stashed in their room. One of them was particularly vile; it had once contained macaroni and cheese, but now contained an awful mix of macaroni, mold and bacteria. The tupperware case of pasta was still sitting in the sink, now joined with another tupperware case of pasta sauce. I gave up.
So yeah, I'm kinda pissed.
Oh well, I'm not there anymore, am I? All we gotta do now is wait for the USCIS. That might take some doing, but hey. Who are we to rush them, right?
. // prawninator | 02:18 + ~ |
You might be living in my neighbourhood, or some other town or country far away. I don't know. And neither do you, at this point.
Wherever you are, I know I'll find you... if you don't find me first.
It's just a matter of time.
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