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ria_oaksOkay, more serious post... and yeah I know, I'm posting a ton these days. Sorry to be spamming ya'll like this. It's partly the general lack of anything else to do since I'm not working and am really just bumming around Melbourne doing not much at all. ^^
Anyway, Mom called me yesterday to tell me that the house in N. Van was broken into while they were up on the island. Only a few things taken (Mom's laptop, which was broken anyway, her jewelry box (and she's not even sure what's in there... still, too bad), and a digital video camera that Dad was borrowing from his movie producer friend (hopefully the guy has insurance, cuz it was probably worth quite a bit...). I'm mostly just relieved that a. there's really not much of worth TO steal in that house anymore, and b. it wasn't burnt down or anything. o.o That was my first worry when she said "bad news - the house in North Van..." me, mentally: 'oh god it's burnt down', "...was broken into last night." "Oh. Okay. That's not so bad." Heh. But yeah, fire's always been the biggest worry there, since it would be... beyond a catastrophe, I can't even express it. Although a lot of Dad's art has moved up to the island, he's still got a ton of it in that house and would lose a good 50% of his life's work. I just.. can't even. o.o (basement did flood a bit once, that was fun - we were running around frantically trying to put wooden planks under the paintings to prevent any damage).
Upshot of all this is, they're planning to give up the place and get a storage compartment (for the art) and a 1-room apartment (to crash in while in town) as soon as possible. Which yeah, they've said over and over again the last few years, and they actually seemed pretty serious about it a few monthes ago (I almost believed them that time! But it didn't happen, as usual...), but this time I think it's actually going to happen. For real. I'm pretty sure I believe them this time. ^^ And yeah, they're right... that place isn't very secure, and there's still that fear of fire. And okay, an apartment can be broken into and a storage place burn down, but... that place is falling down around our ears. *sigh* Was a matter of time, really. And I know they're pretty shaken up and creeped out over knowing that someone was in our house. Still, I'm mostly just rather impressed that it's taken 20+ years for it to happen... I suspect I'd be more shaken if I were there, but being so far away I'm more just relieved that it was nothing truly serious (Mom leaving a message on my voicemail saying "Call me back. I have some news." in a serious sounding voice just freaked me out... "omg someone's died!" okay yes, I'm paranoid).
But yeah... I'm trying not to be depressed over leaving that house, but it's hard. I know we haven't really lived there in 4 years, but... well, realistically we have spent at last a couple days of each week there since getting the house on Bowen, other than my being in Ontario for a year. And it may be a dumpy old shack in the woods, but dammit it's my dumpy old shack in the woods and it's where I grew up. :( And hey, it was in The X-Files! Its finest hour. :) (and okay, in Men in Trees for 2 years... but The X-Files is cooler). Mostly I just hate being here while it's happening, and knowing that if they go ahead with this and it's all finished by the time I get home, then I'm never going to see the inside of that house again. And every time I think that I burst into tears, which is silly but... fuck, I'm doing it again. ^^; I made Mom promise to tell me before she throws anything of mine out, but even still... I hate hate not being there while they're boxing up all my stuff. In part because there's a lot of stuff in that room that they make thing is really stupid and worthless but I'm overly nostalgic and sentimental and I don't want to get rid of it. Course, then all that crap will just go into storage and rot for eternity... which sucks, and I liked having that room to store all that nostalgic shit from my childhood and teenaged years. Though hell, it'd probably be healthy to get rid of a lot of it... I just can't let go. *sigh*
Okay, am holding in tears this time, go me. ^^ Just gotta... not think about it. And gotta make sure they take pictures as they're packing up and moving so I can pretend I'm there. Fuck. :(
*uses Dean sadface icon, for the hell of it*
Anyway, Mom called me yesterday to tell me that the house in N. Van was broken into while they were up on the island. Only a few things taken (Mom's laptop, which was broken anyway, her jewelry box (and she's not even sure what's in there... still, too bad), and a digital video camera that Dad was borrowing from his movie producer friend (hopefully the guy has insurance, cuz it was probably worth quite a bit...). I'm mostly just relieved that a. there's really not much of worth TO steal in that house anymore, and b. it wasn't burnt down or anything. o.o That was my first worry when she said "bad news - the house in North Van..." me, mentally: 'oh god it's burnt down', "...was broken into last night." "Oh. Okay. That's not so bad." Heh. But yeah, fire's always been the biggest worry there, since it would be... beyond a catastrophe, I can't even express it. Although a lot of Dad's art has moved up to the island, he's still got a ton of it in that house and would lose a good 50% of his life's work. I just.. can't even. o.o (basement did flood a bit once, that was fun - we were running around frantically trying to put wooden planks under the paintings to prevent any damage).
Upshot of all this is, they're planning to give up the place and get a storage compartment (for the art) and a 1-room apartment (to crash in while in town) as soon as possible. Which yeah, they've said over and over again the last few years, and they actually seemed pretty serious about it a few monthes ago (I almost believed them that time! But it didn't happen, as usual...), but this time I think it's actually going to happen. For real. I'm pretty sure I believe them this time. ^^ And yeah, they're right... that place isn't very secure, and there's still that fear of fire. And okay, an apartment can be broken into and a storage place burn down, but... that place is falling down around our ears. *sigh* Was a matter of time, really. And I know they're pretty shaken up and creeped out over knowing that someone was in our house. Still, I'm mostly just rather impressed that it's taken 20+ years for it to happen... I suspect I'd be more shaken if I were there, but being so far away I'm more just relieved that it was nothing truly serious (Mom leaving a message on my voicemail saying "Call me back. I have some news." in a serious sounding voice just freaked me out... "omg someone's died!" okay yes, I'm paranoid).
But yeah... I'm trying not to be depressed over leaving that house, but it's hard. I know we haven't really lived there in 4 years, but... well, realistically we have spent at last a couple days of each week there since getting the house on Bowen, other than my being in Ontario for a year. And it may be a dumpy old shack in the woods, but dammit it's my dumpy old shack in the woods and it's where I grew up. :( And hey, it was in The X-Files! Its finest hour. :) (and okay, in Men in Trees for 2 years... but The X-Files is cooler). Mostly I just hate being here while it's happening, and knowing that if they go ahead with this and it's all finished by the time I get home, then I'm never going to see the inside of that house again. And every time I think that I burst into tears, which is silly but... fuck, I'm doing it again. ^^; I made Mom promise to tell me before she throws anything of mine out, but even still... I hate hate not being there while they're boxing up all my stuff. In part because there's a lot of stuff in that room that they make thing is really stupid and worthless but I'm overly nostalgic and sentimental and I don't want to get rid of it. Course, then all that crap will just go into storage and rot for eternity... which sucks, and I liked having that room to store all that nostalgic shit from my childhood and teenaged years. Though hell, it'd probably be healthy to get rid of a lot of it... I just can't let go. *sigh*
Okay, am holding in tears this time, go me. ^^ Just gotta... not think about it. And gotta make sure they take pictures as they're packing up and moving so I can pretend I'm there. Fuck. :(
*uses Dean sadface icon, for the hell of it*
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Date: 2009-05-10 06:29 pm (UTC)Re: Sorry I don't really have a sympathy icon. Know of any?
Date: 2009-05-14 04:28 am (UTC)Thanks for the support (and sorry, I meant to reply sooner!). In the typical tradition of my parents, they are now rethinking (again) and will probably hold off until I'm back in fall. ^^; As usual, the reality hits - storage compartments just aren't big enough for all of Dad's art, or at least it'd be too expensive because he'd probably need several. Sigh. So, back to square one... as always...
And yeah, in the end I suppose it's not that bad, and haven't been living in that house fulltime for years, but it's still strange since I've never lived anywhere else aside from Bowen now, and it's got all my childhood memories... otoh, maybe there's something to be said for getting out of there and moving on - can't be too healthy to be forever returning to one's childhood room. ^^; Anyway, who knows... it's gonna happen, but once again not sure when. And my parents have rather different stories about it, lol (Mom: "We're going to be moved out by July 1st." Dad: "Well, we're not sure now, maybe in Fall... can't find a storage place for the art..." etc etc and so it goes). Course, maybe all be a moot point if the North Van district kicks us out... which has been a "threat" since we moved in 20 years ago, but might actually be happening now since they just came and inspected the house and other nearby houses to decide if they're going to kick us out, tear them down, and build more warehouses. woe. I'll believe it when I see it, though, they're been saying that for years.