'Twas The Night Before The Movers

Well, I think I have successfully used up about 14 rolls of packing tape and slid in more dust bunnies than a hoover. It is all ready and tomorrow morning the movers come.

And talking about coming, I am sitting here in my packed up apartment listening to my neighbors have sex. I hate listening to other people having sex. I am not one of those people who think it is hot or would get turned at on being a voyeur. There is something about the primal grunts of a fervently fucking couple or the low rumbling of voices talking dirty - all muffled by a few poorly put together walls - that turns my stomach.

Yet, it is kinda perfect. The last big transition in this apartment - the night HTSNBN left - I was left alone in my bedroom shocked and broken and listening to my neighbors having sex. It was salt, I was the wound and it shall not ever be forgotten. So bookend my experience with a few 'who's your daddy?'s and I suppose it holds its own romance.

Have I told you all that the person that is taking over my apartment is none other than TOHWTRMW? For those of you who have read my blog for a long time, you will remember my schizophrenic panic and jealousy in the summer of '06 over the new girlfriend of HTSNBN. (They became He That Shall Not Be Named and she became The One He Wants To Replace Me With). Finding out about her was one of the worst days of my life, second only to the night HTSNBN first left. Being that I am a big drama queen, she became the focus of many of my blogs and much of my free time. I hated her and I was fascinated by her. I even wrote this about her in one of my blogs:

"She is all the things that he loved about me; fiesty, smart, pretty, spiritually connected. She is all the things that I am not that make them such a good match; she is a hippy (without really quite wanting to admit it), she is into yoga (she is a certified teacher), she is a vegetarian (a life filled with quinoa and avocado), she is a techie (works for a company who is dedicated to using the web for social activism), she is an environmentalist (has a blog on a site called 30 Days of Sustainability), she has a meditation cushion beside her bed (told you I researched her), she lives in a community house (hippy speak for a bunch of messy people shoved into a a much too small space so that they can share everything and pretend they don't all want to kill each other), she is a self proclaimed Geek (PU-LEEEEZE, no one who actually thinks she is a geek posts 75+ photographs of herself on her Flickr site), she is into Photography (see last bracket), she is currently breaking up with someone who is not taking it well (get me his email address, we should talk), she hopes to one day live on an Island in BC and be a Certifiably Organic Country Gal (he has always dreamed of living on the Island), she is attractive to him (something I could never seem to sustain in his eyes) and when she has free time she likes to go hiking and spend it with the trees (of course she does)."

Then one day she emailed me and essentially said 'you've been blogging about me and I should be mad, but I am not really, instead I kinda admire you for showing your pain so honestly'. It was flabbergasting. The way she wrote the email, what and how she said what she said, made me an instant fan - much to my disgust. She was the bigger person, the better person and the person who had won HTSNBN's heart. I gave in and decided to let her win my heart, too, and since that day we have stayed cyber friends.

When she read that I was moving out of my apartment she asked if she could take it over and so now she is. Alanis Morrisette would have to agree that when the girl that you used to hate because she is the one your ex-boyfriend started dating really soon after he broke your heart moves into the very same apartment that you and that ex boyfriend shared life has become totally ironic. And this kicks rain-on-your-wedding-day's ass.

Hee hee. My life is fun. Fun and weird and wild and kooky and falling into place so perfectly it has me grinning 24/7. But I should sleep. The movers will appear in less than ten hours and, once they are done, #206 will be that much closer to being my past. And my life will be mine again.

At least until after Christmas.