I know it is unlike me to write a rant-type blog here in Blogspot, but I have neglected this space for quite some time and I have decided to copy and paste this to both blogs.
Anyway, I was out visiting my mom this past weekend and everything went very well. I had a good time and my guest had a nice time as well, but my mom's husband brought up something that is the most retarded idea he has ever had. I know that he better have been joking. He looked at me and asked me when I was going to get an apartment there in Marcum Terrace. I so wanted to say tell him that I am short on drugs and I dont own a gun so my application would be rejected. There are many things wrong with moving into that area.
For one, people who lived in the worst part of the ghetto are scared to go to Marcum Terrace. Secondly, (although this is my main point) My dad and I have lived in an apartment all our lives and we have scrimped and saved for well over ten years to get this house. By no means am I ever returning to apartment living. Yes, times are hard and yes, my dad and I have arguments, but who cares. For the most part, he and I get along. Also, times are hard for everyone. Going from a house to an apartment wont change that.
My next point was brought up by Larry himself. He told me that he has a car and if I need to go somewhere, he would be more than happy to take me. I dont think that would work out because if I had a time limit to be somewhere, and it was inconvienient for him, I would not make my deadline. Its hard enough just getting a ride home when I stay to visit. I dont think I could torture myself living there.
On the lower end of my reasons not to live there, I have a very particular phobia that makes living in Marcum Terrace just impossible. I dont know where this phobia came from or why I have it, but I am scared... no, terrified of roaches. Just typing that sends chills down my spine. My older sister and mother take good care of their apartments so they only see a few of them, but I get lazy sometimes. Cleaning will be at the very bottom of my to-do list because I am so terrified of seeing a roach. Not to mention I wouldnt want to store food in the apartment because I dont even like thinking that a roach could have touched it.
I cant move in there and will never move in there. At this point in time, I am outside of all the drama that goes with my family, and I dont wish to enter that drama. Right now I am a submissive 3rd party. If I move there, then I can no longer be that way.