So two of our three renters moved in last night. 21 year-old boy and 18 year-old girlfriend. Honestly, they seem pretty decent so far. But I hate it. I hate that I have to give up my pretty, girly spare bedrooms that my parents and my sisters and Captain Carl's family and the Kiddo's friends used to sleep in. I hate that I had to clear out the personal things that mean so much to me...things that used to belong to my Grandma's, things that were given to me as gifts. I hate that those rooms are not mine to enter anymore. I will have to knock if I want in, and really who are we kidding because I won't want in while they are living here. I don't want to see what my rooms look like now. They've already asked me if they can switch some of the furniture around between the rooms. And even though I hate the thought of my carefully planned out rooms being rearranged, I have to say yes. Because they are paying us to use them.
And it is weird, my bloggy friends. Weird with a capital W...having these strange kids here. This young, barely adult girl who is living with her boyfriend. I don't know anything about them, except that they drove to Texas from another state last night. To be here for what, I don't know except that his sister is here and will also be living with us soon. They can't possibly have jobs yet, so will they go to school or look for work? Who knows...and as long as they pay their rent, it's not my business.
I do have to say, they are pretty friendly and I do appreciate that. They seem fairly comfortable already in our kitchen and I hope that means they'll treat our home with respect and not abuse the (in my mind anyway) great deal they are getting here. I'm trying to be positive, because really this is the best solution for us right now. It's either this, or put the house up for sale and risk losing it completely. Captain Carl came up with this awesome idea, and it's so much better to lose two rooms and a bathroom temporarily than losing the whole house. I just have to keep reminding myself that it wasn't long ago I was their age and acted the same way. They aren't terrorists (hopefully), they are young people finding their way in the world. And yes, my carpet will probably get stained and my paint will get scratched and my mattress will...gross, I can't even think about what will happen to my mattress. But all that can be cleaned up. It's nothing dramatic like cancer or car accidents or anything else life-threatening. So keep it in perspective, Miss Yvonne. That's an order!
Attention Captain Carl...this part is for you. Apologies to you, my dear Captain, because I know you read my blog and I know it will bother you that I'm unhappy. And blogging about it. But please know that I'm so proud of you for coming up with a way to keep your family in their home. And I will adjust, as I always do. I only ask that you let me sulk a little and you don't take it personally. You know I'm a whiny bitch, it's just my way. Love you!
Okay, moving on....
So last night, they signed their lease, which was quite comical in itself. I'd forgot how when you are just barely an adult, you think you know everything. I was the same way, I'm sure I was a total self-righteous idiot. These kids read that lease word for word (and it was long...my sister, the attorney, wrote it for us). The brother said he wanted "to be sure he isn't getting screwed." Okay kid, whatever...good for you for being so careful. Then they signed and the only question he had for us was "Has anyone ever died in this house?".
What. The. Fuck. Kid.
And apparently he majored or is majoring in some kind of environmental conservation or something like that. And the girlfriend has Kool-Aid purple hair. So I told the Captain I really hope they aren't vegetarian hippies who will lecture us whenever we eat meat. No offense to all you vegetarian hippies out there...peace and love, baby. Apparently they aren't though, because they came back from shopping today with bags full of standard college food....Totino's 3 meat pizzas, ramen noodles and beef taquitos. They bought so much, we almost couldn't fit it all into our freezers...yes, we have two and there was barely enough room. And the sister hasn't even moved in yet. Soooo, that could be a problem. And while they were unloading all this food, the brother told me he hates that whenever he tells people about his "work", they ask him if he is a hippie and he hates that because he "hates hippies because they talk about changing the world but never do it." Kid, you are cracking me up over here! I guess they might be good for a laugh as well as a check each month.
Okay, this post has gotten way longer than I meant for it to be. If you actually read the whole thing, my apologies. If you just skipped to the bottom, smart move. :-)
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