Late Post, Better Than No Post..

A lot has been going on in life; a whole lot. Actually, I maybe just over dramatizing everything.

I think we'll start with the month of July. Last week of July, there was a Leadership Conference/ Summer Retreat for the officers to train them to get ready for the upcoming school year. Unfortunately, we hit a snag in renting a car and making our way down. Really bummed about that. Lesson learned on that. Call Brittany when plans don't work out, she can make it happen.

August, well, this month. Sir was suppose to move in the first week but we hit snags. The pods couldn't be delivered that week and there was the question of why he didn't get paid when he was suppose to. Smalls moved in completely that week and the second week, last week, Sir moved all of his stuff in. He should be done now. This week is the last week before the Fall Semester stars again. I will be done after this semester. What I'm doing after this, is well a different post entirely. 

I don't like this month. This month just sucks. The family is moving this month, due to some financial issues, we can't keep the house. The details of that problem I don't know and frankly, I don't want to know. We're going from a house to an apartment. That's just the important part. We need to be out of the house by the 25th and we don't get to move into the apartment till the 1st of September. That's just bloody fuckin' great, right? Mom's plan is to live in a hotel for a week. All of things are going into storage until we can move in.

I haven't been in the house much for the past two weeks. Just by looking around all the rooms, it looks like I'm the only one that's really doing any packing. Then again, I'm only packing all the things that's important. My parents, well, they're packing everything. Everything that's in the garage is getting moved. Everything that's in the house is getting moved too. I really don't understand why they're keeping what they're keeping. I don't see the importance. I don't see the relevance. Maybe this move is the big huge hint that I'm suppose to get on with life, in the sense of spreading my wings and flying.