Tonight is the last night in the hotel. Finally. I will no longer be bothered by the screams and banging of my neighbors. "Banging," as in banging shit around, but one time I heard the sexual version while the parents' poor kid waited out in the hall. To say nothing of the dude who had to be dragged away in cuffs for beating the mortal shit out of his dog.
For most of my life I've made jokes about Joliet, as it is not a very nice place to live. There's a huge industrial area that shrouds the area in smoke, and the rest of Joliet doesn't smell good on a hot summer day. But that's where I'll be living soon. It's a nice neighborhood by a couple of forest preserves, so I'll probably have new places to read out in the wilderness.
I'll be sleeping on the air mattress again, but to be out of the hotel? I'm almost looking forward to it. I'll be living in the basement where a couple of friends live. They've taken mercy on me, so I have a roof over my head for the foreseeable future. So my nightmare is almost over. Not quite. I still have a ways to go, but for the most part, as Gramps used to say, it's all over but the shouting.
I've also been advised that I can smoke weed inside, so I won't have to go outside for that like I do at the hotel.
But I dread tomorrow morning. I'm getting up around the time I used to when I lived at home because I'm moving the last of the shit out of my hotel room and into my car. I'll then drive 3 minutes to work, and when I punch out I will head down to Joliet to my new home. It's been a long time since I've lived with pets, and they have dogs, ferrets and a cat, so that should be fun. But moving tomorrow will suck. I'll experience my first commute to Joliet at the worst hour you can possibly drive there. I'm already trying to think of a way to skip 83, but I think I'm fucked one way or the other on that.
But yes, my time here is done, and I'm grateful. I won't have a lot of privacy where I'm going, but that shouldn't be too troublesome.
I'm going to get to bed early so I can get up early. Tomorrow shan't be pleasant . . .
The kid upstairs is jumping up and down in place. He sometimes does that late at night in case someone is trying to sleep.
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