moving, and a call from...
yep, that's right. those of you that know me like you do...know that my dad doesn't call. at all. or hasn't, for the passed three years. and out of the blue. on friday, my sister got a message and i end up talking to him online and then on the phone. out of freaking nowhere.
but, this is a good thing. cos i've grown up and learned that even though he didn't contact us for that long doesn't mean that i should hate him. or that i shouldn't respect him as my father. cos i should. and i do, now. and it makes me happy. i guess i was just upset and disappointed that, for that long, when i thought he was going to be closer since i'd spent more time with him that long, lost, far away ago (when i lived in chatt) he didn't keep in touch with my siblings and i.
and so...he's coming to visit later this week. and it makes me nervous and anxious and jittery. and happy.
i just hope i have enough time to hang out...
and on another note...
WE'RE MOVING!!!!
that's right kittens, we're moving. and we're moving back to our previous apartment complex, but this time we're getting our own place there. yay!! but the un-yay! is packing. it's crap. i hate packing. and so does nick. but we'll get through it, heh. got most of the little stuff done, cept for the closets and the bathroom. and then on to tackle the kitchen!! boo!! heh. oh, and taking down all the wall scrolls/posters is gonna suck, too. *sigh* oh well.
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