Moving - Tumblr Posts
It's been several years since I last posted and I´ve missed it like crazy. Since those years I graduated with a bachelor in radiography, and decided that I wanted to continue studying. So I packed my bags and moved from Oslo to Stavanger to take a year math course for engineers, and hopefully, I can start my engineering journey fall of 2024. I hope to bring you along the way and share with you the good and the bad, because life is a balance only when both happen.
Oh, you silly billy! That’s not a CLOTHING WARDROBE, that’s a cardboard box!!!
yeah so i am moving into my first apartment...
where did the time go?
also
how do you hang towels so they dont smell so badly?
Still unpacking. Feels like forever unpacking. Himself and I were left on our own last night. I let him explore the deck area this morning. He was happily looking around, nibbling grass. Then he saw the pool, which sort of freaked him out. He slinked back in the house and hasn't gone out again today. Well, it's up to him.
transitions
I hate transitional periods. I haven't experienced one like this before. at the end of every school year I knew that a new year would begin at the end of the summer. but now it is summer again and I know that no new semester is waiting for me at the end of august. the buzzword is uncertain. I have never felt this uncertain before. at the end of the month my lease is up and I have to move home. for how long? I don't know.
ever since I began college, maybe even before, whenever I was at home for an extended period of time I felt like I was in limbo. not doing anything, just waiting. but now the only thing that I am waiting for is for me to make a decision.
I HATE making decisions.
I have a hard enough time deciding what type of toothpaste I should buy. I don't know what I'm going to do. I've been avoiding the decision so far. that hasn't exactly been productive. but right now I don't even know how to start. I'm stuck in a cycle of denial, waiting for someone to tell what comes next.
so what comes next?
Another attack for artfight!!
Hello friends! My future roommate and I have opened emergency commissions to move into an apartment this summer. It will be me, them, and their partner. I'm moving from a bad home situation and they are just moving because it's time. We need around two months rent which is about 1,500$ USD.
Check it out or share if you can! Thank you!
TW for NSFW Examples at the end of each website.
If something on the website doesn't work please let me know (:
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Packing to move, let's start with the essentials. #moving #packing #petticoats #masks
Watch "Children of Men" (2006) if you've never seen it before. Super dark British dystopia. Incredible piece of art.
I’m opening GIF commissions!!! Here they are! Come and get ‘em! Frankly idk how many people ima get but first come first serve I suppose! 0<0
When Sparks Flies: Prologue
My life today was supposed to be just another normal day. A day when dad and I would go out for ice cream sundaes with granddaddy to celebrate him getting his ranch back after all these years of fighting over it with grandmom Mildred. My heart broke seeing grand pop in so much pain these last few months, and it got worse when we found out he got sicker earlier this year. We were going to take him to the diner today since this was his first week after being discharged. We thought he was getting better, I thought he was getting better…HE WAS GETTING BETTER!!! As reality would have it, however, he suffered from a massive heart attack last night and was rushed back to the ER. The “funny thing” is that I never knew about this at all. Instead, everyone pretended everything was fine and shipped me off to school as if nothing ever happened. This left me too excited, for my own good, to see him after school let out.
Walking hand in hand with my best friend Katie, I smiled toothily as I viewed my father's truck among the crowd lining up in front of the school. We laughed among ourselves at the latest gossip about Mr. Thompson's lizards running rampant in the hallways because of Bradley. His new girlfriend happened to have spread the rumor after Jessica's big birthday bash gained more attraction than the lame pool party she hosted that same weekend.
Anyway, back to the real topic at hand. As my dad pulled up, a quite visible frown appeared on his face. Katie asked in a hushed tone, “What’s wrong with Mr. King?” as I made a quick glance at her while shrugging. My father mumbled, “Get in, Rory” causing my smile to fade. Katie wished me good luck as her mom’s minivan cruised past dad’s truck. I soon hopped into the front as my father drove farther and farther away from ‘Edgewood Falls Middle school’ till I could no longer see the reflective gold lettering sketched across the building. It was silent for a while, leaving me to sit quietly with me getting all jittery, fumbling my hands in my lap. I had, earlier, tossed my book bag in the backseat to suffer the fate of dad’s aggressive braking at red lights or him causing the car to jerk more often than he should. He even sighed heavily; I leaned back nervously in response, attempting to bury myself in my seat.
“Hey uh… dad, is um … is everything okay?” I stuttered. The atmosphere was like a thick mist, it was so hard to breathe, so I conveniently let the window down for fresh air. He stopped at yet another red light and turned to me. Our eyes met, never breaking contact as he spoke, “No Rory, everything's not okay… “
“In fact, NOTHING IS!!! It’s just downright terrible… I’ll tell you everything when we get there,” His voice had risen higher than before, and he banged on the steering wheel angrily. His eyebrows furrowed and the veins on his forehead stuck out.
“There?” I thought to myself, ignoring my dad’s odd behavior at the time. Now, however, I understand exactly how he feels…
Excitement then coursed through my veins, almost bursting out of me due to my own naivety. To think, we were still heading to the diner and meeting grand pop was very silly of me. Once the light turned green, we sped away, away past our neighborhood. Away past the shopping centers. Away pass the fast-food restaurants, grocery stores, and even 99-cent stores. When he passed the diner, I knew something was off, but when he started taking the back roads to the hospital, a trail I knew so well, I began to cry.
I finally knew something was going on. I thought the worst, hoping I wasn’t right… I didn’t want to be, but I knew deep down I was. Seeing my tears fall and hearing my sobs, dad pulled over to the side of the road. He turned off the engine, sighing,” I really hate to have to tell you this, but he’s…he’s in the ER again.”
“Honestly, I don’t think Pa’s going to make it, Rory… I don’t think everything is going to be okay this time… I don’t want to lose him too, baby girl, I don’t,” Dad broke down in tears, drenching his shirt and staining the wheel with all his bottled-up emotions inside. Blinking back my tears, they didn’t stop, they couldn’t stop, and they wouldn’t stop no matter how hard I tried. A knot formed in the back of my throat, I felt so overwhelmed and sick to my stomach. He happened to glance at me and saw my meltdown, jumping out of his seat belt in order to exit the truck. He ran around the truck and swung my door open, knowing my nauseous would lead to me throwing up everything I ate that day. Let’s just say it wasn’t a pretty sight to see unfold. I would’ve felt bad for unsuspected drivers if they saw a girl get her hair held back to hurl by a forty-year-old man who used to be a long-distance, truck driver. But, I needed to get that disgusting school lunch out asap (which happened to be pizza, but how the heck do you mess pizza up? It’s supposed to taste like food and enjoyable, danggit).
After I finished cleansing my stomach, he went to my side of the truck and reached to grab the hoard of napkins he has in the glove compartment. Dad then slammed the door shut and rushed towards me to wipe my mouth off, making sure to get in the corners and crevasses as well. He threw the yucky tissue somewhere because, you know, I come from a proud family of litterbugs. We for dang sure aren’t ashamed about it, either. Anywho, he came back and told me to come sit down with him on the curb beside the truck. I sat down next to where he was, and we both watched cars passed by. There was an awkward moment of silence, neither of us said a word in fear of breaking down even more than we already were. I held my head down and had my hands holding onto the curb, moving my eyes from the concrete to my dad. He had his arms placed on his knees and his legs were a few inches away from the curb versus the back of my show touching it. His head happened to be down, but he knew I was looking at him, waiting for him to do or say something…anything at all.
“Hey… Uh… Dad?” I leaned closer to him and shook him lightly. He looked up at me and paused before talking to me again,“ Rory, so sorry… I’m sorry for not telling you this… But he’s been getting worse… These last few months have been hell for him, my dad’s been suffering for so long. I want you to always know and remember him as the man he is and not what’s left of him on that hospital bed. You shouldn't have to go there and see him the way he is now…,” He looked at me with bloodshot eyes, sniffling.
“Daddy, wwwas hhhe sick llllast nnnight, wheeen I tttalked to him? Was he in theee hospital then?” He didn’t answer to my response, his silence spoke volumes. All I heard were more cars speeding per usual, good thing the police weren’t out there since these back roads are kind of “super secret” and usually speed demons use these roads like these to invade speeding tickets. I’m only telling you guys because I trust y’all, *wink* *wink* *nudge* *nudge*.
“He uhh…um…yes, he suffered from a massive heart attack last night. Luckily, Mrs. Johnson called me when she did to tell me the paramedics got there… I didn’t want to tell you honey this morning because I knew you wouldn’t want to go to school and trap yourself in your room or cause yourself to end up in the hospital like now… I’m truly sorry,” He didn’t look at me, but I could tell he was being sincere. I wasn’t angry at him or hate him. No, I was just so grief-stricken just like him, hurting as well.
“It’s okay dad, I forgive you… I’m not angry with you dad, and I can tell you are with yourself… I’m okay…err not okay, but you get what I’m saying…right, dad?” He looked back at me, giving me a small smile,” Yeah, I get it.”
“Hey Rory, before we, you know, go… you want to play I spy?”
“Sure dad, what color cars are we looking for?”
“Blue and Red aren’t common out here, so maybe gray and black cars,” I looked at him with a bittersweet smile. Dad kept trying to trick me so that he’d get more points than me. He does this every time we play because he knows when he's going to lose.
Out of nowhere, I started laughing, bursting out laughing, he did too. We both looked at each other, wheezing.
“Dad, you are pretty bad at this game!” I wiped the tears out my eyes.
“How? You’re just cheating as usual, Rory,” He huffed, smiling at me.
“Dad, come on now. This is the 10th time you’ve lost trying to trick me!” I watched him get up, grunting. He says he’s alright, but it’s his old age catching up to him. Please don’t tell him I said that, he’ll go on a rant about how he turned 18 years old for the 40th time or how he’s not a day over 25 at the maximum. He walked over to me, reaching out his hand to pull me up. I grabbed his hand as he did, walking back to the truck. We hopped in as he drove off, pulling up to the emergency room parking lot. It wasn’t a silent ride this time, but a noisy one. I talked about my day at school and dad was chuckling instead of weeping. When he found a parking spot, (which required an almost shouting match with an old lady, who wasn’t even handicapped, trying to steal our spot. Don't worry, we won as the great champions us King’s are) we prepared to get out the car. Once we did, we walked together into the hospital, preparing ourselves to see grand pop one last time…
End of Prologue...
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Journey Of A Thousand Miles
I have exactly 28 hours left with me before I leave for the airport. And what is this feeling that has crept up and around the base of my spine and made a home in my stomach? My bags are in a disarray, my clothes keep disappearing, and I don’t think I’ve been this scatter-brained since last exams. The last day of vacations. Is there any better definition of ‘bittersweet’? The anticipation of a new…
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a big part of moving is discovering things you don’t remember owning. i’ve lived here two years and you’re telling me i had beatles monopoly hiding under my couch the whole time?
new home, PKMN, & music
The dust is slowly settling in our new apartment (lol), & we’ve been having a lot of cozy September rain since we moved in. So, time for more rainy Pokémon fun, of course! 🌧️
Rain (Vaporeon) always sits with her mate, Sasha (the mister’s Glaceon). Skye & Sora (Altaria & Castform) are on my desk next to my “Rain Dance” mug, & meet our newest addition, Cirrus (Cinccino)! Cirrus clouds are those wispy, upper atmosphere clouds resembling hair, the word “cirrus” meaning “hair”.
Our new area has a lot of open skies, so I have a better view for cloud spotting (lots of cumulus & nimbostratus lately) - that’s been nice ☁️
Also been listening to a lot of cozy, rainy, video game music, so here’s a couple of my rainy rec’s if that’s also your vibe 🎧
insaneintherainmusic - amazing video game jazz arrangements as well as a few of his own compositions (some for indie games!). He has a LOT of Pokémon arrangements - I’ve been listening to his “Year of Sinnoh” playlist a lot while making DxP REWRITE ⛈️🎷
Rainy Day Video Games Music - extended versions of cozy video music with a gentle rain track over it - very anti-anxiety. I especially like these tracks from Undertale: “Quiet Water”, “It’s Raining Somewhere Else”, & “Good Night”
shadowatnoon - like the previous channel, but with playlists of tracks instead of one extended track (some with a rain track, some not). Unfortunately, she’s been struck with copyright for some of her best ones (not to mention theft, Smile Together), but someone made an archive for her. My favorites are “rain dance” (a Pokémon mix), “drifting away” (a Kirby mix), & “dreamland” (a general Nintendo music mix).
Happy vibing! 🩵
yay!!! I can still see you in the district!!!! :]
Life may be getting better :3
My parents are more considerate of my mental health, I finally have chest binders, and my parents are thinking of moving!! (Don't worry, Bagelman, I'll stay in district :3)
The house may be across the street from my cousins', so not only could I visit them more, but their house has an attic!!
We're getting a two-bedroom but if ours has an attic like theirs, either my parents can stay up there and me and my sister have separate rooms, of I could go up there!!
AND I WILL FINALLY HAVE A BACKYARD AGAIN :DDD (currently, we're in an apartment)
Anyway, there's a lot to look forward to :3
Since this is the platform where I’ve shared most of my stuff this year I really hope you guys like it. Posting has been sparse because this took up a lot of my time. But I think the effort was worth it to be able to share this personal animated end project. Be warned for feelings though.