2 posts tagged “sister”

The moving process has begun.  While my father had convinced me that I don't have that many things, I am beginning to believe that he's a big fat liar.  I had conceded that, yes, a lot of the things in my place are those that the landlords graciously allowed me to borrow when I showed up without furniture - lamps/lighting, a few chairs, a dresser, a fan, and an end-table - and the couch will most certainly not be making this move, despite my sister's protests (she was one of three hauling it up three flights to my balcony to then heave it over the banister back to the second floor, I with my broken elbow).  The kitchen appliances sort of "get" me - clearly, they aren't coming, but it just feels like they are.  Further, I thought it was just that my things are spread across an entire two-story apartment rather than a dorm room or something similar.  However, I just spent the past two hours throwing things out (exfoliating my life) in my library and clearing things from the desk that I will be placing in the tag sale the landlords are having and then threw some decorations and whatnot into another box and, holy hell, this is going to take forever.  I'm having to look at my life and see what I can just do without for the next three-ish months, and although I really can just make do with my clothes and my bathroom supplies, I'm just floored at the mere process of it all.

I called my sister to tell her of my tales and she very knowingly told me to just get a moving van.  It's difficult for me to cede power like that, though, to admit that I can't just do something myself.  Then I really think about it and realize, How in the hell am I planning to get my bed there?  In my fucking Grand Am??  Nossir.  And what, are my TV stand and coffee table and papasan chair just going to be parts of three completely separate trips?  Unfortunately I'm only but a small girl in a town where I honestly don't know anyone who I could comfortably ask to help with these things, and the prospect of doing this alone again (for the seventh time in one calendar year, friends) is so daunting.  And, yes, I realize that I should be a professional mover at this point, having moved roughly twenty-five-ish times since I was seventeen (past six years), but trust me it's not just a methodical thing - the things I own continue to change, as well as the locations and number of flights of stairs involved. 

Essentially I'm in what I like to call a klusterfuck.  Common theme in Stella World.  Welcome.  Seriously.

So.

I was talking to my sister earlier about weddings and whatnot because her mother is getting married and I was all, “Yeah, don’t take it personally, but if I ever get married I don’t think you’ll probably be in attendance.”  I mean, I’ve been proposed to twice* and both times it never crossed my mind to even tell my family, much less to invite them to the impending ceremony because I seriously hate that shit where people claim they have a wedding to share their love with others.  Meanwhile, no one seriously gives a fuck about your happiness, I can tell you that right now.  (Yeah, I’m a ball of joy, I know.)  Anyway, my sister replies, “Yeah, I never expected to se your wedding anyway.  I mean, cuz you probably won’t ever get married or else you’ll do some destination wedding in Zambia.”

…. I don’t know if I should take that as she thinks I’m a strong black woman who doesn’t adhere to standard social practices or that she thinks no one will ever love me.  I’d like clarification.  (Yo, but she was dead-on about the Zambia thing .. I’d be down.)

*with rings and sincere intentions