Moving On (Part 3).
Well it’s been a great trip and this turned out to be a worth while venture for me. What started long ago as one simple paragraph on my MSN Space saying how excited I was to see K-OS in the Champlain Great Hall, turned into tens of thousands of words a month about my simple life. It was all the readers that messaged me online with favourite quotes and encouragement that actually motivated me to take time out of my busy school schedule to squeeze in that blog update at 2 in the morning. I humbly thank you. If you’re wondering what will become of this, well, it will remain as it is, online for anyone stumbling around to look at. Maybe one day I’ll put it all together and edit it, take those old blog entries from my MSN space and try to expand them into the style I have developed now. Who knows? For now I am enjoying my stay in the PR place, Unit 5, doing summer school and enjoying the partial freedom, meeting new people and adventures. Until then, enjoy.
I woke up with the sun shining in my eyes. I felt so stiff from the couch that when I sat up I had to roll my head around my shoulders, grimacing at the pain that shot down my muscles. I looked around for anything to drink and found nothing. I resorted to a lone piece of gum to get some saliva in my mouth. While Adam did his usual eating a four course meal routine I did some final packing for stuff in my room. Scott and Cedric are already bouncing around the house taking apart their stuff for their move. The sunlight is shinning brightly in the early morning and it’s already starting to feel a bit humid. I opened my window all the way to let little if any breeze into my room while I packed. Adam and I make the first drive to the PR place and load up a bunch of stuff in the car when we do so. Neither of us is talking to each other in the car, sitting silently as we pass houses. When we get to the PR place we unlock the door and I go back upstairs to my room, the one with all the junk left over from the previous tenant. “Help me move this stuff man.” I asked Adam. He came upstairs and we took the mattress outside and dumped it on the front lawn, I took the monitor and put it in the room that was trashed, and garbage bagged other stuff of his that he left. I kept the leather case book bag though. “Hey man, want these shoes?” I ask Adam, holding up a pair of leather brown shoes.
“These are like a hundred bucks… why would he leave them?”
“They’re yours.”
“Want this monitor?” Adam then asked bringing in a black new Dell monitor.
“Hell yeah, matches my other one.”
I place it in the middle of the room.
We got back into the car and drove back and forth from our place to the PR place with our things. Scott and Cedric’s rent-a-truck was now on our lawn with the back end facing the porch. They were putting stuff in back occasionally. Both had their laptops playing hip-hop music at full sound, Scotts was in the living room, Cedrics was in his room. I was intrigued by what Cedric was playing.
“Hey man, what is the name of that song?”
“Oh this? Uhhh. Memories by Sean Paul or something.”
“It’s a good track man.”
“Yeah this track is not bad.”
We talked for a bit longer, and when the track ended I told him he had to play Bad Intentions by Dre, just one more time. So he did and he stopped what he was doing to enjoy the track with me. Bouncing to the song we both in unison sang the lyric “Damn you’re looking good… all ten of ya,” and then had a chuckle about it. The sun beat down on our place longer and longer, so I went over to the local Macs to get everyone a PowerAid drink despite no one wanting one. Some local woman made a comment about me buying four of them and I had to explain that it’s moving day. “Yeah I did notice a lot of moving trucks around today.” She said in an authentic hick voice. I left that place and walked back to our place. The sun was still really hot and dust flew around occasionally when a gust of wind picked up. Hot sweat beads rolled down my forehead until hitting my shades.
I handed off the PowerAids to all the guys who thanked me and went back to work. Cedric was enjoying a cigarette out on the porch. I sat down beside him on my usual chair that spins and has the rip in it. Had some short conversation before getting back to work. I was pretty much done and Adam and I made a couple more trips to the PR place to throw in our stuff before deciding to help out with Scott and Cedric to move their stuff. Besides they were going in apartment buildings they only had an hour of elevator time. We meet them there and help load their stuff on a trolley and then going up to the tenth floor to move their stuff. “Alright guys just set it down here.” Scott said.
“In the hallway?” I asked.
“Yeah.”
“Well I can stay here and move your stuff in and you guys get more things.”
“That’s what’s sketchy, we don’t have the keys yet.”
“That’s… really weird.” I said. “I’ll wait here in the hallway though, to keep an eye on your shit.”
“Alright cool, thanks man.” He said then left for the elevator.
I pulled up a fold up chair and sat there waiting and waiting. My parents called me up to see how everything was doing. Before I could finish the conversation Scott returned with some old guy who was working the door. I guess this is the landlord. He got the door open and I started moving stuff into their apartment. The landlord started explaining the dimensions of the room and various other things. One room was bigger than the other. I stopped my progress to see what Cedric and Scott were up to, and they were deciding on who would get the bigger room. They started doing rock, paper scissors. It was an evenly matched game, and then when it was tied 2-2, it came down to the final round. Scott wins with rock. He starts jumping and cheering and Cedric shakes his head in disbelief.
After we help them move in Adam and I returned back to the house and moved some more of our stuff into the PR place. I didn’t have much else to move just a few other things. Scott and Cedric return to pack in more stuff into the truck and then hurry down to the apartment building so that they can squeeze in more stuff on the elevator. After it was all done the house was empty. Scott and Cedric were off to their new place to settle in and we did a final check around to make sure we didn’t forget anything. Adam and I then drove to our new place and Bill the landlord calls me up on the cell phone asking why I called him last night. We had a laugh after I explained the situation and told him that everything was ok, and that Rob was just a little freaked out.
We moved in the last of our stuff and then Adam sets off for Ottawa. We did a hommie hug and he drives off honking his horn as he pulls out of the driveway.
It was finally over. I went into the new place and cleaned out all the garbage that I could on the main floor and started to set up my room. The whole night consisted of me cursing and swearing as I set the bed up and the computer running with internet. When it was finally done at around midnight I realized that I didn’t have my blue bed blanket. Now where the fuck did I leave that? I looked all over for it but it was no where to be found in the stuff that I brought.
I got on my bike and made my way to the old place. In the dark cool night I rode silently. I biked up to the now old porch and used my key to open the door. Silence. No TV blaring away, no fighting between Scott and Mira, no N64 being played, no Adam making something in the kitchen, and no laughter from Rob. I walked upstairs with an eerie feeling and went to my room to look for my blanket. The room was completely empty when I turned on the light. Looks a lot bigger with nothing in it. I un-hooked my keys from my keychain and placed them on the window sill in my room and turned off the light with one final look. I went downstairs and found a sole Grand And Toy box sitting there in the room with my blankets and pillow. “Kinda need those.” I said out loud. I put the blankets and pillow in a garbage bag and locked the door behind me before exiting the house.
I got back on my bike with the garbage bag in my hand as I rode back down the path to my new place.
As soon as I arrived at my new place I put the blankets onto the newly made bed and put the pillow on top as if to complete a puzzle. Then I fell asleep in the quiet stillness in my new room, ready for another day; ready for another adventure.
The End.
I woke up with the sun shining in my eyes. I felt so stiff from the couch that when I sat up I had to roll my head around my shoulders, grimacing at the pain that shot down my muscles. I looked around for anything to drink and found nothing. I resorted to a lone piece of gum to get some saliva in my mouth. While Adam did his usual eating a four course meal routine I did some final packing for stuff in my room. Scott and Cedric are already bouncing around the house taking apart their stuff for their move. The sunlight is shinning brightly in the early morning and it’s already starting to feel a bit humid. I opened my window all the way to let little if any breeze into my room while I packed. Adam and I make the first drive to the PR place and load up a bunch of stuff in the car when we do so. Neither of us is talking to each other in the car, sitting silently as we pass houses. When we get to the PR place we unlock the door and I go back upstairs to my room, the one with all the junk left over from the previous tenant. “Help me move this stuff man.” I asked Adam. He came upstairs and we took the mattress outside and dumped it on the front lawn, I took the monitor and put it in the room that was trashed, and garbage bagged other stuff of his that he left. I kept the leather case book bag though. “Hey man, want these shoes?” I ask Adam, holding up a pair of leather brown shoes.
“These are like a hundred bucks… why would he leave them?”
“They’re yours.”
“Want this monitor?” Adam then asked bringing in a black new Dell monitor.
“Hell yeah, matches my other one.”
I place it in the middle of the room.
We got back into the car and drove back and forth from our place to the PR place with our things. Scott and Cedric’s rent-a-truck was now on our lawn with the back end facing the porch. They were putting stuff in back occasionally. Both had their laptops playing hip-hop music at full sound, Scotts was in the living room, Cedrics was in his room. I was intrigued by what Cedric was playing.
“Hey man, what is the name of that song?”
“Oh this? Uhhh. Memories by Sean Paul or something.”
“It’s a good track man.”
“Yeah this track is not bad.”
We talked for a bit longer, and when the track ended I told him he had to play Bad Intentions by Dre, just one more time. So he did and he stopped what he was doing to enjoy the track with me. Bouncing to the song we both in unison sang the lyric “Damn you’re looking good… all ten of ya,” and then had a chuckle about it. The sun beat down on our place longer and longer, so I went over to the local Macs to get everyone a PowerAid drink despite no one wanting one. Some local woman made a comment about me buying four of them and I had to explain that it’s moving day. “Yeah I did notice a lot of moving trucks around today.” She said in an authentic hick voice. I left that place and walked back to our place. The sun was still really hot and dust flew around occasionally when a gust of wind picked up. Hot sweat beads rolled down my forehead until hitting my shades.
I handed off the PowerAids to all the guys who thanked me and went back to work. Cedric was enjoying a cigarette out on the porch. I sat down beside him on my usual chair that spins and has the rip in it. Had some short conversation before getting back to work. I was pretty much done and Adam and I made a couple more trips to the PR place to throw in our stuff before deciding to help out with Scott and Cedric to move their stuff. Besides they were going in apartment buildings they only had an hour of elevator time. We meet them there and help load their stuff on a trolley and then going up to the tenth floor to move their stuff. “Alright guys just set it down here.” Scott said.
“In the hallway?” I asked.
“Yeah.”
“Well I can stay here and move your stuff in and you guys get more things.”
“That’s what’s sketchy, we don’t have the keys yet.”
“That’s… really weird.” I said. “I’ll wait here in the hallway though, to keep an eye on your shit.”
“Alright cool, thanks man.” He said then left for the elevator.
I pulled up a fold up chair and sat there waiting and waiting. My parents called me up to see how everything was doing. Before I could finish the conversation Scott returned with some old guy who was working the door. I guess this is the landlord. He got the door open and I started moving stuff into their apartment. The landlord started explaining the dimensions of the room and various other things. One room was bigger than the other. I stopped my progress to see what Cedric and Scott were up to, and they were deciding on who would get the bigger room. They started doing rock, paper scissors. It was an evenly matched game, and then when it was tied 2-2, it came down to the final round. Scott wins with rock. He starts jumping and cheering and Cedric shakes his head in disbelief.
After we help them move in Adam and I returned back to the house and moved some more of our stuff into the PR place. I didn’t have much else to move just a few other things. Scott and Cedric return to pack in more stuff into the truck and then hurry down to the apartment building so that they can squeeze in more stuff on the elevator. After it was all done the house was empty. Scott and Cedric were off to their new place to settle in and we did a final check around to make sure we didn’t forget anything. Adam and I then drove to our new place and Bill the landlord calls me up on the cell phone asking why I called him last night. We had a laugh after I explained the situation and told him that everything was ok, and that Rob was just a little freaked out.
We moved in the last of our stuff and then Adam sets off for Ottawa. We did a hommie hug and he drives off honking his horn as he pulls out of the driveway.
It was finally over. I went into the new place and cleaned out all the garbage that I could on the main floor and started to set up my room. The whole night consisted of me cursing and swearing as I set the bed up and the computer running with internet. When it was finally done at around midnight I realized that I didn’t have my blue bed blanket. Now where the fuck did I leave that? I looked all over for it but it was no where to be found in the stuff that I brought.
I got on my bike and made my way to the old place. In the dark cool night I rode silently. I biked up to the now old porch and used my key to open the door. Silence. No TV blaring away, no fighting between Scott and Mira, no N64 being played, no Adam making something in the kitchen, and no laughter from Rob. I walked upstairs with an eerie feeling and went to my room to look for my blanket. The room was completely empty when I turned on the light. Looks a lot bigger with nothing in it. I un-hooked my keys from my keychain and placed them on the window sill in my room and turned off the light with one final look. I went downstairs and found a sole Grand And Toy box sitting there in the room with my blankets and pillow. “Kinda need those.” I said out loud. I put the blankets and pillow in a garbage bag and locked the door behind me before exiting the house.
I got back on my bike with the garbage bag in my hand as I rode back down the path to my new place.
As soon as I arrived at my new place I put the blankets onto the newly made bed and put the pillow on top as if to complete a puzzle. Then I fell asleep in the quiet stillness in my new room, ready for another day; ready for another adventure.
The End.
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