Happy Monday everyone!
Today is moving day!
Right now I am on the train back to San Diego, having spend the weekend in Moreno Valley, for my Uncle’s 60th birthday celebration. If all goes according to plan I’ll be at my place by 9am and finishing up packing soon after.
Summer school ended last Wednesday around 11am. My Art History Professor emailed me later that afternoon to tell me I earned an A in the course, that I was a joy to have in class, and for me to keep in touch. I really loved learning about history this summer. The class covered Renaissance to Modern. We had a lot of work in a short amount of time but I made it through and also think I’ve made connections with people that I’ll keep in touch with in future.
After work on Wednesday, I gathered empty boxes from the job and a co-worker drove me home. Today, her boyfriend will help me move my things to storage. I’m going to drop a few things off at my friend’s place. I do not know where I am sleeping tonight. I have two possibilities as of this moment. One, I’ll stay with my friend. Her apartment is full up. Small space and there’s 4 people there, 2 who live there and 2 who are staying there until they can get back on their feet. The atmosphere is a little depressing but it’ll be a roof over my head if I need it and I am grateful. The other possibility are a couple people I met online through a transgender housing project. We meet tonight to get to know each other a bit before they officially offer to let me stay with them for awhile. I don’t know if this is a temporary thing or will it lead to me being a roommate when I have money enough to pay rent. I’ll find out in about 14 hours! 🙂
On Thursday last, I went to my storage unit to tidy up, see what I have and what I could throw out, consolidate, and repack some things. Later in the day I started packing. Friday I took the train to my Aunt and Uncle’s house. I was able to see loads of family this weekend and talked with a cousin I hadn’t seen in about 4 years. He had questions about my transition and I was happy to answer them. Most of my family accepts me and works at getting my pronouns right. Everyone at this point uses my proper name, only one other person has really asked me about my physical and social transition and that’s my Aunt, and she only began asking questions and talking to me about it this past Christmas holiday. It is what it is. For the most part everyone loves me. Most treat me well, the exception being my mom, my grandmother who has now passed but called me an abomination a few times, and a cousin who has called me, “it”, “thing” tried to start a fight with me, and threatened to beat me up.
I didn’t think I was going to talk about that here and now but I guess that is what’s in my heart right now.
So back to today.
I need to go through a not so big pile of papers, throw out what I don’t need, organize and file what I do, unplug my TV and Roku, pack up the rest of my clothes. I may just dump them in a garbage bag. There are not that many. I also need to pack up the little food I have in my cabinet in the main house and the few items from the refrigerator. Oh, I have to decide if I want to pack my cleaning supplies in a box or keep them in the bag I have. The big bag of clean clothes and towels I am traveling with right now need to be distributed into two duffel bags and a small suitcase. Later after the move, I’ll shower and do my shot (testosterone) I’m two days past due.
Anyways, that’s it for now. Wishing everyone a good day!
I don’t think I’ve written why I am moving. The short version: A couple weeks ago I was 15 days past due in my rent. My landlady asked me when would I have the rent and if I’d have enough for the rent due on August 10th. I told her no I wouldn’t. I wouldn’t be able to catch up and be current until maybe my September or October check. I get payed once a month and it’s been really slow this summer at the job but it picks up when school starts. Anyways, she asked me to move out. She said that her son and her niece needed a place to stay and if rent wasn’t going to be payed she’d rather have them there. It was semi-traumatic but ended better than I thought. I was really afraid leading up to talking with her and felt a sense of relief afterwards. All that I had left was two weeks left of summer school. I asked her if I could move after summer school ended and she said yes. Next week, Fall term starts, so this week is a perfect time to move.
Wish me luck!
For my health
For friends who are helping me move