If I
could change one day in my life at all, I would have to choose the day that we
moved into my dad’s fiancés house. I only ever regret saying “yeah, sure, that
would be a great idea because I’d be closer to Brittany.” It was in July of
2012, the day of Wednesday the 18. That day was a very long and very hot day
for me, especially when in the trailer you’re moving out of don’t have air
conditioning and usually runs 10 degrees hotter inside. Anyway, that day had
started off pretty well; I was Nikki’s house (my dad’s fiancé) and it was about
10:00am when my dad came through the door and said “we have got to move out, by
tonight otherwise we cannot have our stuff.” As it were, I didn’t seem too
interested into the matter, and I mean at all. My dad made me get up and go
help, by the time I got there; I realized dad had already started packing up
his room, which left my bathroom, my sister’s room, and the kitchen (not
including the furniture in the living room). So I started off with the back
bedrooms, and there were a lot of sweat coming off of my face and I had only
been into the house for ten minutes. It really and truly sucked because the
water we had wasn’t very cold and it tasted gross. After I got most of my
sister’s room packed dad informed me that he would be back because he had to
take the truck to the storage building to put things in it. By the time he got
back, I had my room packed and most of the living room; I was dying of a
thirst, hungry as all get out, and so ready to just relax. Things were not that
simple though, because the bottle of water dad had brought me I downed in less
than five seconds (or so it seemed). After we got out last box packed it was
already 6:30ish and the sun was starting call in all the big nasty bugs, like
mosquitoes, and June bugs, it was pretty nasty. By the time we got everything
packed and ready to head back to the house, I decided to go through and check
the house to make sure I didn’t find anything left behind, which there wasn’t
anything. By the time we got back to Nikki’s house, where she has got excellent
air conditioning. Whenever I walked into her house all that cold air hit me and
I decided to do the wrong thing and sit on the couch and relax, and I started
to get the shakes because I got cold way to fast, my muscles started to spaz a
little bit, just enough to feel though. I also started to get really tired from
the hard days of work and the cold air, but Nikki made it very clear that I was
to not go to sleep. I ended up dozing off a little bit, mainly into that
half-conscious stage, meaning I was asleep, but not asleep enough to forget
what was going on around me. I kept hearing people yell at me telling me to
wake up, but I decided better of it and started to drift off more into that
deep slumber that I wanted. Right as I was about to fall asleep completely I
woke to Brittany shaking me and freaking out along with Nikki because they had
thought I had passed out. So all in all it was a very long day. Lol.
I would
want to change this day because it was a very long and stressful day. The day
seemed to drag on, by the time the day had got done it felt like we had been
there for two days. It would affect my
life today by we wouldn’t be living with Nikki, and we would still probably be living
there in that trailer or we would be living with Nikki, but things would be
different around me because I didn’t help out. So my dad wouldn’t rely on me as
much.
Sounds like a rough day but also sounds like you were a bit anxious about moving in with Nikki and Brittany at the time. I hope things have worked out nicely since the move!
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