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Long time no see
limizuki

Holy crap! A LOT has happened since my lat post. Now before I get started on my adventures within the past year-ish or so, just want to forwarn you- I’ve moved to Washington state!

Now, lets tell the story leading up to what has caused us to do so.

In my last post, we were still living with our first set of roommates. It wasn’t exactly the greatest of times to be honest. Having five adults shoved into a tiny two bedroom apartment was horrifying. Everyone stepped on each other’s toes all the time, and life was generally miserable. We were told we wouldn’t really have to pay for stuff, but when one lost his job, suddenly we were expected way too much of, and especially since I was in school full time.

Skip to October of 2011, we had gotten another apartment with two new roommates. Life seemed to be looking up. Even though we had no jobs, we were still paying what we could from commissions. Obviously, it wasn’t enough. At first things were perfectly fine, but after the first two months, things seemed to be going down hill until we all reached a point where we never socialized with each other at all. We survived like that for a few more months before we all decided it would probably be best for us all if we parted ways.

That left our last option- moving to Washington. The trip up here actually wasn’t too bad. I had honestly expected it to go much worse, from past experiences with going to Louisiana and stuff. But we had fixed up the car as much as possible, shoved as much stuff as we could in the car and moved on. We couldn’t afford a uhaul, so we had to downsize all of our possessions by a lot.

It was a very hard process to be honest. Packing things up, my mind was being a jerk and telling me that I was moving too far away, too far from my comfort zone. I had lived in New Mexico all my life and I honestly didn’t want to leave my home. My mind rationalized that my boyfriend had moved around most of his life, so he couldn’t possibly know how I felt.

But that wasn’t true. While yes, he did move a lot, he also gave up everything he had with his family back in his home in Louisiana to be with me. I was being selfish and I had once told myself that I wanted to have a new start with him, in a place that neither of us knew very well.

So here we are in beautiful Washington state, living in the shadow of possibly one of the most dangerous volcanoes in the world. A huge mountain I keep calling Mt. Hyjal for some absurd reason (Mt. Hyjal is a mountain in World of Warcraft). But no, it’s name is Mt. Rainier.

The drive here was relatively uneventful, we had maybe a total of four hours sleep each in our need to get here as fast as a 26 hour long drive would allow us. The only place we really ran into trouble was in the mountainous region of Oregon we passed through. We literally went to the TOP of the dang mountain, where roads didn’t exist. Instead, slabs of ice replaced what would have been nice and safe asphalt. Utah was also a pain to drive through, since we ended up driving straight through the Salt Lake area at rush hour time. When we got here, I tried my hardest to be unimpressed, but I failed horrendously.

For the first month, it was nothing but rain. The sun had ceased to exist, and it honestly made my mind overcast and gloomy as well. I missed my sunlight. But then I realized the good qualities of it being overcast. My eyes are sensitive to light, very much so, so having clouds as natural sunglasses was a plus.

We’ve been here for about two months now, and while I still miss New Mexico, I love it here as well. The town we live in is relatively small, but also in the country side. I love living in the country and hate big cities. The drivers here are jerks though, but I can’t technically drive anyway. After we got here in March, I realized my license had expired in January >_> Thank god we weren’t pulled over.

I forgot to mention the fact that I had a death grip on James’s car almost the entire time I was awake and in the passenger’s seat. I have an extreme fear of heights, and it transfers to even looking up high things like mountains. And huge wind turbines… So whenever I would look up through the mountains we were passing through, I would be immediately seized in nothing but sheer panic. It’s stupid and irrational, and I wish it would go away.

But the two months we’ve been here have been fabulous. While I’m honestly irate at being shoved in a one bedroom apartment with 4 people, I don’t really mind it too much. The people we have now as our roommates are more than just friends. They’re like family to me. As one said “I realized that having roommates is like a never ending sleep-over”. And she couldn’t be more right. We have more fun than I’ve ever had with any other roommates. We all dork out with each other, and it’s just an overall happy place to be. I’m also trying to better myself with James as well. I’m generally and angry and frustrating person, but I’m trying to let it go and just be happy with life and the way things are. I’m also trying to let go of my slight xenophobia.

And now here we are, going on two pages of text in my word document. Anyone who reads this, I want to thank you for sticking with it xP

Now you can have some fun pictures.



screw you wind turbines and your big, swingy arms of death.



Sun beginning to set in Oregon. Too bad the only camera I had available was my crappy phone cam.



Some of the things we saw in northern Utah.



From left to right starting with back row:
Eric, random friend, myself, James, and Becky (AKA Beckloflopsis). Also featuring our dog Oreo and some ferret crotch.



James and Sophia the ferret snuggling.


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