Our plan was to drive on Sunday morning to our old apartment to clear out the cellar, remove the Christmas tree from the balcony and repair any damages in the apartment. For the last two weeks we've been planning to drive down but have always cancelled last minute because either we had overslept or weren't in the mood.
But then on Saturday evening J and i argued about something that i've already forgotten about but it wouldn't surprise me if it was related to him and his gaming. It then escalated to something entirely different after i made some other comment which eventually left us sleeping in separate rooms for the night.
Whether that was on purpose, i'm not quite sure.
So i got up early and did my own thing in the workroom. It was past one in the afternoon when i heard J tip-toeing around the apartment. Our floorboards squeak when you walk on them, which makes it impossible to sneak up on anyone. But when I heard him switch on the TV and seconds later the front door shut, i got worried.
He had left his phone on the counter which meant i couldn't get a hold of him.
And then it dawned on me, maybe he's pissed off at me because of the comment i made the night before.
So when i looked out the window, i saw him drive out of the car park space.
I wasn't sure whether i was angry or worried but the next thing i knew i slammed the side of my fist against the wooden part of the sofa causing the joint between my pinky finger and my palm to swell up.
By nature, i'm not usually an angry person but there are moments where Anger seems to take over.
Then twenty minutes later i hear the front door open.
It was J.
And just like a scene from a Bollywood movie, i race [in what looks like slow motion] from the workroom to the front door and wrap my arms around J as if i haven't seen him in months. Only to then burst into tears because i actually thought he was going to leave me.
I don't know why. Maybe i'm hormonal.
So when i asked him where he was and why didn't he bring his phone.
His reply was, he went out to buy bread rolls.
Bread rolls?
I later found out, he had actually planned on driving to our old apartment on his own and wanted to leave me at home. But then after buying bread rolls for himself, he thought about it twice and decided to turn back around.
Yup!
Proof that miscommunication, or the lack of it, can cause unnecessary stress on both parties.
But here's some photos of the journey there and back...
Bread rolls from our favorite bakery
Somewhere along the highway.
The sky was blue but it was about zero degrees Celsius.
Sifting through past memories and trying to get rid of rubbish.
3 hours later and the car is full of all sorts of stuff
&
"I love you lots!"
We still have to drive back one more time to pick the other odds and ends and find our way to the junkyard to recycle a whole bunch of other crap we've accumulated in the past three years.
Oh yea and paint the wall AND remove the dying Christmas tree from the balcony. Yes i know it's February.
When will this move be over already!?
But then on Saturday evening J and i argued about something that i've already forgotten about but it wouldn't surprise me if it was related to him and his gaming. It then escalated to something entirely different after i made some other comment which eventually left us sleeping in separate rooms for the night.
Whether that was on purpose, i'm not quite sure.
So i got up early and did my own thing in the workroom. It was past one in the afternoon when i heard J tip-toeing around the apartment. Our floorboards squeak when you walk on them, which makes it impossible to sneak up on anyone. But when I heard him switch on the TV and seconds later the front door shut, i got worried.
He had left his phone on the counter which meant i couldn't get a hold of him.
And then it dawned on me, maybe he's pissed off at me because of the comment i made the night before.
So when i looked out the window, i saw him drive out of the car park space.
I wasn't sure whether i was angry or worried but the next thing i knew i slammed the side of my fist against the wooden part of the sofa causing the joint between my pinky finger and my palm to swell up.
By nature, i'm not usually an angry person but there are moments where Anger seems to take over.
Then twenty minutes later i hear the front door open.
It was J.
And just like a scene from a Bollywood movie, i race [in what looks like slow motion] from the workroom to the front door and wrap my arms around J as if i haven't seen him in months. Only to then burst into tears because i actually thought he was going to leave me.
I don't know why. Maybe i'm hormonal.
So when i asked him where he was and why didn't he bring his phone.
His reply was, he went out to buy bread rolls.
Bread rolls?
I later found out, he had actually planned on driving to our old apartment on his own and wanted to leave me at home. But then after buying bread rolls for himself, he thought about it twice and decided to turn back around.
Yup!
Proof that miscommunication, or the lack of it, can cause unnecessary stress on both parties.
But here's some photos of the journey there and back...
Bread rolls from our favorite bakery&
really yummy round cake ball thingamajigs that i've forgotten the name of.
really yummy round cake ball thingamajigs that i've forgotten the name of.
Somewhere along the highway.The sky was blue but it was about zero degrees Celsius.
Sifting through past memories and trying to get rid of rubbish.
3 hours later and the car is full of all sorts of stuff&
"I love you lots!"
We still have to drive back one more time to pick the other odds and ends and find our way to the junkyard to recycle a whole bunch of other crap we've accumulated in the past three years.
Oh yea and paint the wall AND remove the dying Christmas tree from the balcony. Yes i know it's February.
When will this move be over already!?
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