I’ve noticed I only write blogs when things are dire, or when I’m talking about crazy things my dad does. Sorry if you were expecting a dad blog this time (I promise one soonish, he’s had some FaceBook hijinks lately) but there’s not much to do right now, and I wanted to ramble.
I’m currently on vacation in Oregon, and absolutely loving it. It makes me happy to be in Oregon, since it has such nice weather and I’m with family. Sometimes you just have to take a step back and focus on the simple things; I was amazed that trees here have so many colors in the Fall. Back in Houston, we sort of just have an endless summer, up until we get a sudden two weeks of winter, and then everything goes back to normal. The crisp fall air feels so nice to breathe in, and when I look up at night, I can see stars! There’s not as much pollution here as there is at home, and it really shows. Before, I could have gone months at home without caring about this little detail, but once I return to Houston, I know I’ll miss the soft crunch of multicolor leaves, the shining stars at night, and the crisp, dry weather of Portland.
I’m on vacation, but even so, it’s hard not to log in and check the news every time I wake up, just from habit. There’s a lot of really awesome stories going on lately, and hopefully you guys won’t mind that the news is a little slow/late on my end, by the time I get back! (Have you guys seen the Smash “leaks”? Weird stuff)
Sadly, when I get back, I’ll have a lot of work to do, and I don’t mean in the sense of writing. Before I left, while I was packing for vacation, I poked my head into my closet to grab some jackets—because jeez, it’s cold up north—and noticed that there was a giant patch of black mold growing. Apparently, a pipe that runs from the air conditioning is leaking, and it leaks right into my closet. I lost a few things from the water damage, but it was just a backpack and some clothes I don’t wear much anyway. I lucked out on noticing that before leaving, otherwise I might have faced worse damages. However, while my personal possessions are fine, the closet and wall are absolutely not. And my landlord doesn’t consider rapidly growing black mold to be much of a problem. That leaves me with two options: accept my fate as a part of my new moldy overlord, or, time to pack it up and find a new house.
Sorry, I didn’t choose to become one with the mold, though, perhaps that would be a far more interesting story. So that leaves me tasked with looking for a new place to live, barely a year after moving into my current house! I’m disappointed that I have to move so soon, but really, this little house has served its purpose. It made a nice home as I readjusted to life after the flood/hurricane, and now the time has come to move on. Even if repairs are made (doubtful), I don’t want to risk living somewhere that has mold. Hopefully I find a nice new place to rent, and if I’m lucky, I’d like to be all settled in before the holidays. Packing and moving will be a pain, but I’m grateful for the chance, because last time, I really didn’t have the luxury of time, or possessions to “move”.
And, I mean, my dad is happy about moving, too, though for entirely different reasons. We live next to a crosswalk, where when you press the button to cross, a robotic voice tells you to “please wait, crossing east”. Whenever we go walking, I press the button to cross the street, and my father always stops, and gets into arguments...with the inanimate crosswalk. I’m sure the neighbors will appreciate not hearing dad scream “YOU CANNOT TELLING ME WHAT TO DO, MAGIC BOX!” at a crosswalk in the morning anymore.
As always, thanks guys, for reading!
I’m currently on vacation in Oregon, and absolutely loving it. It makes me happy to be in Oregon, since it has such nice weather and I’m with family. Sometimes you just have to take a step back and focus on the simple things; I was amazed that trees here have so many colors in the Fall. Back in Houston, we sort of just have an endless summer, up until we get a sudden two weeks of winter, and then everything goes back to normal. The crisp fall air feels so nice to breathe in, and when I look up at night, I can see stars! There’s not as much pollution here as there is at home, and it really shows. Before, I could have gone months at home without caring about this little detail, but once I return to Houston, I know I’ll miss the soft crunch of multicolor leaves, the shining stars at night, and the crisp, dry weather of Portland.
I’m on vacation, but even so, it’s hard not to log in and check the news every time I wake up, just from habit. There’s a lot of really awesome stories going on lately, and hopefully you guys won’t mind that the news is a little slow/late on my end, by the time I get back! (Have you guys seen the Smash “leaks”? Weird stuff)
Sadly, when I get back, I’ll have a lot of work to do, and I don’t mean in the sense of writing. Before I left, while I was packing for vacation, I poked my head into my closet to grab some jackets—because jeez, it’s cold up north—and noticed that there was a giant patch of black mold growing. Apparently, a pipe that runs from the air conditioning is leaking, and it leaks right into my closet. I lost a few things from the water damage, but it was just a backpack and some clothes I don’t wear much anyway. I lucked out on noticing that before leaving, otherwise I might have faced worse damages. However, while my personal possessions are fine, the closet and wall are absolutely not. And my landlord doesn’t consider rapidly growing black mold to be much of a problem. That leaves me with two options: accept my fate as a part of my new moldy overlord, or, time to pack it up and find a new house.
Sorry, I didn’t choose to become one with the mold, though, perhaps that would be a far more interesting story. So that leaves me tasked with looking for a new place to live, barely a year after moving into my current house! I’m disappointed that I have to move so soon, but really, this little house has served its purpose. It made a nice home as I readjusted to life after the flood/hurricane, and now the time has come to move on. Even if repairs are made (doubtful), I don’t want to risk living somewhere that has mold. Hopefully I find a nice new place to rent, and if I’m lucky, I’d like to be all settled in before the holidays. Packing and moving will be a pain, but I’m grateful for the chance, because last time, I really didn’t have the luxury of time, or possessions to “move”.
And, I mean, my dad is happy about moving, too, though for entirely different reasons. We live next to a crosswalk, where when you press the button to cross, a robotic voice tells you to “please wait, crossing east”. Whenever we go walking, I press the button to cross the street, and my father always stops, and gets into arguments...with the inanimate crosswalk. I’m sure the neighbors will appreciate not hearing dad scream “YOU CANNOT TELLING ME WHAT TO DO, MAGIC BOX!” at a crosswalk in the morning anymore.
As always, thanks guys, for reading!
