Next weekend, as I have been told, ownership of the place I store my stuff officially changes. I should go out there to see if I can speak with the new owners or managers, just to get the vibes of the new people coming in. But based on what the caretakers who are moving out are telling me, I need to brace myself. This was a mom-and-pop place, but the owners have sold out to a local chain. The caretakers said that not only are rentals going month-to-month, but they are jacking up prices in order to "invest" in the property. I have a contract that lasts another half a year, but after that, I have no idea what is going to happen. And frankly, I am not 100% certain the new company will honor my contract. If they break the deal, and they jack up prices of my rental unit, I will need to find a new place. And while I have done my research and think I have found a new home for my stuff, both the uncertainty and the stress of moving my stuff is definitely something I am not looking forward to. And I will need to do all this while hiding all of it from My Fucking Parents.
My sister comes home the next weekend. It should be a joyous time, and I love my sis. But the house already seems too crowded already, and I am woken up by noises from My Fucking Parents already, and I don't need the variable of a fourth person in the home. Moreover, my sister might be here to assist My Mother as she begins the process of figuring out what she needs to do with her sciatica. Worst case scenario: The screening yields a recommendation to get surgery, they have to wait weeks to get the surgery, there is at least six weeks for My Mother to rehabilitate from her surgery, and my sister is here the whole damn time. I have no idea if it's possible to immediately go into surgery after a screening, but if not, there's a good chance My Fucking Parents will be here through the holidays and the New Year. My sister too. And goddamn, I need to be alone.
Trying to brace myself. But it's so, so hard.
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