26 Days in Exile

So, I got my job...its AWESOME sauce all around. I love it, I think everybody loves me, its all good. NOW. I have to move. NOW. Ish. Seriously, in 26 days or less, I MUST have my own apartment. I choose to write about my problems and triumphs with all of that for now. Deal with it.

So, for starters, this that MUST be in my new place:
1. Washer/Dryer connections (I'm lazy and don't want to travel to do laundry)
2. Dishwasher (I'm lazy and it works)
Either
3. a dining room
OR
3. a second bedroom
4. $600 or less in rent

I figured out that I could afford number 4 but that I really don't want to pay it. So far my best bet is to move closer to the boyfriend, not only because we could successfully have a relationship DURING the week, but also because thats pretty much where the good neighborhoods and cheap prices are. It would take me about 30 minutes to get to work though. Which isn't bad; I just originally wanted to be within walking distance to work if possible. I found a place that might meet all of my requirements (include both "either...or" options) for around $540 (and that's not with any specials or anything that places tend to not tell you about until you sit down in front of them), and I hope to check it out this weekend coming up.

Also in the mix, I decided to get my OWN storage unit because mom doesn't even want mt to have the key to hers with my stuff in it. I find that to be utter nonsense. Especially coupled with the fact that (and this is a long story but):
1. She told me she was going to get rid of her bed (according to her she didn't think I'd want it because I have "expensive taste") and get a new bedroom suite.
2. She said I could have the old bed.
3. Upon thinking she'd be moved in by last week(end), she bought a new bedroom suite (after trying to get me to give her money for it...supposedly she was saving up for it)
4. She decided (on her own because, according to her, I'm not here enough to help her make decisions) that she wasn't going to get rid of the old bedroom suite.
5. Upon further discussion with me, she decided that, yes, I can have the bed...as long as I take the dresser as well, because she doesn't want to split them up (although, I always thought that when something wasn't yours anymore, you didn't have any rule over it, silly me).
6. I thought we were moving into a bigger apartment so I could get all of my stuff out of storage. All I need in life is a bed right now (and I really don't need that, my car is perfectly comfortable, the boyfriend wont lee me do that tho)
7. I can't fit all of my stuff in a room  in an acceptable manner to her (the new room can't look like this one, with stuff piled up - like I have somewhere to put it, sheesh) with that big ass dresser too.
8. My conclusion: I'm being used to get a bigger apartment. My belongings and I are just inconsequential  pawns to her. We don't matter. At all.
9. Not to mention, when I said I'd just take the other bed she decided which rooms everything would be in. The huge dresser ended up in the only room I'd take by default (and she says she doesn't try to control people). I mean, if YOU had a choice between a big room WITH a bathroom inside on the other side of the apartment vs. a smaller room, with a smaller closet, and a shared bathroom right next to your mother's room, WHICH WOULD YOU CHOOSE???

She, in my opinion, forced my hand. I do not feel welcome in such a circumstance and nothing she can do at this point will make me feel welcome. She doesn't want to allow me the room I need to live comfortably, even though if she had stuck by what she had previously said, there would be plenty of room to do so. She wont let me keep a key to my belongings. She wont let me keep a key to where I live at times. Outside or the random verbal abuse, I just really don't feel welcome. So, I got my own space and I'm gonna put my stuff in it. Tomorrow in fact. I'm tired of her having and kind of control over me because she always takes it too far. I'm sleeping in a box under a bridge before I stay with her again.

Thus begins my 26 days in exile. Well, ends the 26th day really. I'm actually tired right now.

G'Night.