Just got done moving into summer housing. Although I enjoy being a college student, I’m pretty excited to be done moving twice a year.
While I’m pretty pleased that I’ve been able to be so independent from my parents from the day I left for university, I can’t help but be a little annoyed that I can’t store anything at all at their house. When my parents moved to their most recent home, I got two options: take it with you, or it’ll be thrown away.
Taking all worthwhile possessions is much easier said then done when you’re living in a box with another person. If it weren’t for my best mate’s parents’ generous offer to let me use their storage space, I would have been forced to throw away a huge portion of my stuff. I just wish I hadn’t had to rely on someone else’s parents!
This happened because my stepmother is something of a hoarder, and that habit drastically increased upon her father’s death over a year ago. When his property was to be put up for sale, she collected every nicknack and trinket from his house (even if it was broken), and then crammed them into boxes, which have filled the house to point it’s one hell of an endeavor just to walk around the place. In order to make room for the horrible excess, I was told my belongings needed to go. My dad admits all the stuff crowding the house is worthless junk, but he simply refuses to stand up to his wife, even when it’s hurting him and me. The best part is, if it were my dad who’d acquired the compulsion to save every last thing that had belonged to a dead relative, my stepmother would have put a stop to that immediately.
Buh, I’m just frustrated that my dad puts me on the back burner for my stepmom all the time.