And in the end… it was the beginning

I promise one of these days I will write something that doesn’t evolve around me having to move and being stressed out and such, but it looks like for now – that’s all I got, people.

This weekend was a beating. I knew it would be, I just didn’t expect it to be as ridiculous as it was. I’m pretty sure I wouldn’t have survived it had my dad not come in town to lend a helping hand. Dad, I’m not sure I’ve told you enough- but you seriously rock my world!!

I won’t bore you with the details, but I spent every waking-hour moving, cleaning out our old house, and shopping… and there were more waking-hours than I would have liked to have

Today I woke up feeling sore, tired, and overwhelmed… and naturally, slightly hungover.

The worst part is that I’m not even close to being unpacked, and what I did get done was sort of a cluster-fuck.

LA and I had both previously lived in houses where the majority of the kitchen utensils/plates/pots and pans had been our roommates, so we were both under the impression that we would be lacking in kitchen supplies. Turns out both of our parents had been hoarding random kitchen supplies for the last 5 years and brought them up for us to use.

The key word here is random.

Now? We have approximately 5 sets of plates, 3 bowls,  one set of fine china (thank you father,) 35 coffee mugs, 3 sets of incomplete utensils (all of them having a total of 4 dinner knives,) 1 rusty skillet, 8 can openers, and 4 pizza slicers, and no where to put most of it. Thank goodness we have a garage.

The hardest part about this last weekend was leaving our old house for the last time. We had some good times there, and I am going to miss my roommates like crazy. All 4-ish of them. I’m so used to having a bunch of people around, I’m worried I might go insane with so much alone time (LA travels a lot.) I’m definitely also going to miss our pool, our office where we spent the majority of our evenings, having someone cook for me, and even though our neighbors won’t miss us- I’m sure I will even miss that neighborhood.

I’m not even  sure why a our neighbors hated us so much. We didn’t have any many loud annoying parties, and we kept our front yard looking nice. I suspect it had something to do with the fact that we had so many cars parked in front of our house at all times. Of course, it also may have something to do with the fact that Jake’s car rolled into one of our neighbor’s cars the first night we were in the house. Either way, I could tell by the way they were friendly to us (while we were loading up our cars) for the first time since we’ve moved in. “Oh, so you guys are moving out? How nice!!!!”  Although one guy did ask me, quite snidely,  if we got kicked out. Pshhhhaaa. Even our mailman was excited. When we told him that yes, we were all moving out- my roommate heard him say “Thank God.”

After we finished cleaning the house, all of my  roommates and I huddled in the front yard saying goodbye. We noticed several of our neighbors poking their heads through the blinds.  We decided that we needed to leave with a bang. We all smoked cigarettes there for the first time, in the front yard, for all the neighbors to see-because we could. Then we  gave each other emotional hugs and got into our perspective vehicles. I started crying as I started the car. Yes.  I’m an emotional freakazoid, you know this. It was a sad moment, but not entirely…

Before we drove off, we all sat there blaring our horns for a good minute.

Ahhhh… sweet victory. At least we gave them a little validation for their hatred.

So I still have a shit-ton to do before I get back to my regularly scheduled program, but I promise I will get there soon.

In the mean time, I’ve  started writing a few news articles for a badass local entertainment site- Red Carpet Crash. Check it.

And for those of you in the Dallas area who want something awesome to do for the Oscars….

oscar party

Red Carpet Crash is helping to host an Oscars party at Lakewood theater. I want to see you there! Click here for details.

I love you and miss you all!! For realz. I know I haven’t gotten to read much lately, but I think about you minutely!

I’m also pretty sure my boyfriend John Cusack misses my mental esp updates of your life that I send him daily.

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  • Herding Cats

    Glad the moving nightmare is over! Enjoy your new home!

  • Mwa

    The end of an era!

  • thebacksofmyeyelids

    A new chapter or a new book? Which will it be? Hmmmmm…..only time and blog posts will tell!!

  • ambermurphy

    if i lived in texas and was your neighbor, i would be sad that you moved away. probably beause i would have to find a new place to party.

  • Tara

    I was watching tv the other day and a preview for a John Cusack movie came one. My first thought was “Hey that's Carissa's boyfriend” Swear.

  • badassgeek

    I've moved quite often, and yeah… no matter how often I move, I seem to inherit random kitchen utensils from my parents each time.

  • Kimwithak

    Moving signals a new part of our lives. It's always a tad emotional for me. Okay, more than a tad.

    And I finally saw an ad for Hot Tub Time Machine and I thought of you.

  • Candice

    Hahahaha, I love that you guys blew your horns as a farewell. Amazing.

    Moving is always sad eh? Sometimes I miss living with a crowd of rowdy people…but seriously, there are some amazing, amazing advantages to living in a smaller household. Promise! Besides, if you're like me, the party will follow you anyway. Lol.

  • brad

    Good for you, beeping at them, or at nothing in particular, but at least really loudly and for a long time. Give them something to remember.

    But the mailman? Seriously. What problem could he possibly have? Did you have too much mail?

  • JustMe

    I FEEL your pain around moving. I have to do it in May and I dread it every single day. Pretty much hellish until every stupid box is gone.

  • starzskymoon

    Okay, so I know it's late and I finally got to reading your post for today . . . I can't say I know all about that randomness, cuz, you know, I was the stupid one that got married young, so I got all kinds of goodies when I moved into my first house, but hey–at least you all now have a little part of each of your family with you via kitchen utensils!! hehe.

    Hang in there and (just maybe) we'll get through this moving madness together!!

  • edadams

    Those old neighbors sounded like assholes. You dad totally rocks though.

  • hiphophippie

    So bittersweet! I get so sentimental with moving! But so many new memories coming your way — big pimpin in 2010! :)

  • lifeonahanger

    you said cluster fuck, and this is why i heart you!

  • Sherri

    Aww, it is definitely sad to move out of one place but think of all of the new memories you'll be creating. And at least you'll always be able to open cans.

  • meg

    congrats on getting through the move!! i love the image of you and your roommates laying on the horns to piss off the neighbours. haha, awesome. your collection of kitchen supplies sounds exactly like the one I have. but it's more my fault because i have a habit of buying random kitchen things at goodwill.

  • Nikki

    I hope you snuffed those cigarettes out on their mailboxes. They'll miss you when you're gone. You'll see.

    Congrats on the move. I trust you found a fridge?

  • Nikki

    I hope you snuffed those cigarettes out on their mailboxes. They'll miss you when you're gone. You'll see.

    Congrats on the move. I trust you found a fridge?

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