To be read to this song.
I didn't want to go to Elmhurst today. There were a few things to do in town, but I was planning on doing them after work on Saturday. However, my supervisor at work said that, after tomorrow, I can work Fridays and Saturdays at home, thus saving me gas, tolls and time. Since I'm not going to be in Elmhurst on Saturday, I had to go there today.
I can only get packages in DeKalb from the USPS because the building I live in has a deal with them about putting packages in a separate mailbox. They don't have the same deal with UPS or anyone else, so if something gets shipped to me that way, whoever delivers it just leaves it at the outside door of my building where anyone can just grab it. So my old neighbor has allowed me to ship to her, but she can't do that anymore. I'll have to figure something else out for that, but since I was stopping by her place to get a couple of packages, I decided to go inside my old house to get a few things.
I've been grateful for the access, but I knew eventually I'd lose it. I got a few things I needed, including my old plunger. Why not get a new one? The ones at the grocery store and Ace are weak as all hell. Mine was pretty powerful, so I grabbed that, too. I also realized I'd only kept butter knives, so it would probably be a good idea to go back and get some knives that would actually cut food. And I found myself lacking hangers. I only had enough to hang the shirts I wear to work (minus one).
I'm glad I got these things, because the minute I left, as my neighbor texted me, someone showed up to change the locks. I no longer have access to my house. It truly is the end of an era.
I guess that means I can take the house keys off my ring.
I was not able to save my mom's piano. That was probably a pipe dream, anyway. I couldn't save my grandma's china cabinet, either. And I had to abandon most of my VHS collection.
I'm going to miss that place.
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