My life finally has peace and order back in it. So I was renting a three bedroom house and met a guy I worked with that needed a place to stay, so I let him move in. Highly capable professionally, big money-maker, funny as fuck, good guy, but next level alcoholism. The kind where you’re in a suit making 8,000 dollars in one day on a Monday 9-5, then getting arrested 10 hours later for screaming “Stella” naked in the backyard of some strangers house 75 miles away.
That was a shit show, which, for reasons many enough to fill an entire season 1, lead to my living situation getting all fucked up when the lease ended. So next I had to stay in a friends guest bedroom for a month while pivoting to a new place despite having six months to prepare for a seamless transition into a long term homestead until I buy.
Moved into new place on December 16th, but had to furnish it in between working like 60 hours a week. After dropping thousands on this and that, my co-worker talked me into going pre-owned for my new living room set. I found a large sectional I really wanted, but they didn’t get back to me. Bought another one, which involved a shit show adventure up to pick it up. Heavy as fuck, especially coming off all my injuries from two years ago.
The next day the original people with the sectional I really wanted hit me up. I buy that one. Fast forward a few hours and I’m in sectional sofa hell. So much sofa and not enough room, so they’re stacked and flipped upside down on top of each other in an absolute anxiety-inducing shit show in my un-usable living room. Finally re-sell (and deliver) original sectional, and go buy giant TV.
The depth for TV stands on a 75 inch is more than 16 inches in depth. Every entertainment center or TV stand on this planet is 13.7 inches in depth.
I now spend a week in a new level of hell, stressed the fuck out of my mind, six months removed from having a fucking normal place to live in peace and fucking quiet.
Finally I have to fall back on my good old’ antique flat-surfaced wooden truck from New England which could hold the weight of a tank.
Now my TV can finally go up after a week of living around massive cardboard TV boxes and trash and styrofoam with a TV and living room that isn’t even set up.
Anyway, finally made it to the finish line. My two bedroom house I got an awesome lease deal on is finally set back up with all my new furniture and all my shit and belongings I had in storage since coming down from Mass.
Feels good, man.