So. I live in Florida now.

[luciazephyr]

And thus we come to the tail end of this saga.

Last time of Lucy And Her Housing Drama: The house buyers fell through! All is lost!

After, we got the other prospective buyers to come back. They made us save some money off the deposit, but it was still better than not having a buyer.

The kicker is that the flaky buyers called back at 9AM the next day to ask for another shot at the house. HAAHAHAHAHAAH no.

We packed up the house, signed the papers, and trundled out of Missouri, set for Florida. Some quick impressions:

Eastern Missouri: I am gonna miss all the farms and fields and moo-moos and random llamas and the hills and the vistas and everything about you. Chesterfield, MO, you had a great hotel but jesus fucking christ you are the whitest, wannabe-poshiest MO city ever. What are you and do you think I don't know all that elegant hanging ivy isn't natural.

Illinois: You're boring, and you need more road signs.

Kentucky: WHAT THE FUCK, KENTUCKY? It is really, really obvious that Kentucky has no fucking money because from the moment we entered Kentucky to the time we left, the roads were terrible. I am dead serious when I say there wasn't ten miles of road that was good. It was sad. Infrastructure, KT, have you heard of it?

Tennessee: Hilariously, at the NOW ENTERING TENNESSEE sign, the roads suddenly become beautiful and newly paved. I wish I got a picture, but it was awesome, like TN was mocking KT for its shitty roads. TN was very very pretty, but also absolutely terrifying. There's this stretch of I-24, west of Chattanooga and around Monteagle, where I honestly thought I was going to die. It's the road down the mountain, and it is too steep. It's fine in a car, but in a truck, hauling a large load? You can't stop. You literally can't. There are fucking runaway truck ramps all the way down. My life was flashing before my eyes because we just couldn't slow down. What the fuck, Tennessee? BUILD ANOTHER ROAD. ONE THAT ISN'T OUTRIGHT DEADLY. COME ON NOW.

Georgia: Better than fucking Kentucky and Tennessee. But on the flipside: it's Georgia. The only thing worse is

Fucking Florida: God, I hate Florida. Like, really. I hate Florida, and having to drive through it myself has only intensified my hate.


So yeah. In a few minutes, were going out to the truck to offload some basic shit-- clothes and tea and such.

BTW: Fish, you, me, get together sometime this summer? I will drive to you if need by. This is shit that should happen, yo.

Comments

[thene]

Nothing gives you a good impression of Florida like the boringass hate-filled flat ugly northern several hundred miles of I-75, right? I liked the look of the lower half of the state a lot more, the one time I went to Miami, but oh god can North Florida go die now. die.

I'm glad to know you got there in one piece and without a bankruptcy happening. How many days was that drive? ;_;

[luciazephyr]

If I had a dollar for every "Pregnant? your baby has a heartbeat!/please don't kill me mommy" billboard I passed in North Florida, I could go buy myself at least three steak dinners. I'm glad they cut out around the turnpike because I was going to get a flamethrower soon.

Three of the worse days of my life. This post doesn't even go into the two times the truck broke down and how the company is gonna have to pay us back a few hundred dollars in gas money because the fuel hose was broken so badly only about two thirds of what you put in makes it to the tank.

If anything, this has taught me that I don't want to build up a lot of things again. I want to move back north ASAP, and I want to do it without a truck. If all my possession can fit in a car or at the most in a small pullable trailer, I will be happy.

[thene]

I KNOW RIGHT - I keep wondering if you can get people done for false advertising when they post such awful fake science on billboards, but I guess if you could it wouldn't all still be there. The kicker for me was back when there used to be one after all the rest that read 'Don't abandon your newborn baby.' oh my god, how can you NOT GET basic cause and effect stuff, what.

And wow, that sounds like a rough drive. At least it's over and you can relax on the beach now? Our move was a breeze by comparison, though we wound up adding an extra day to the process due to storms and fail.

[luciazephyr]

Yeah. I had elaborate fantasies of driving the ruck rigth through one of those fucking things. Ugh, anti-choicers can come back when they stop cutting child wellness programs and start caring about children, not fetuses.

Hahaha nope. I have to do three weeks of Web Scripting and Intro to CIS by tomorrow evening. THEN beach and shit, whoo.

[everbright]

Ecch, sorry you had such a problem with the truck, and the buyers, and the billboards...? Actually, it sounds like all your problems with the move were related to people Not Having Their Shit Together (which I contend is a real reason for the anti-choice folks.)THEREFOR, I hope that the next people you have to deal with are More Together and also Nice to You. *crossing fingers*

I have to agree with you about north Florida being filled with crazy people though, because my Aunt of Many Cults lives down there. On the up-side, you're closer to Disney World and Universal and all the bizarre tourist stuff around Orlando (GATORLAND, try the fried alligator, is delicious,) so that could be fun?

*hugs* I'm glad your safe and there! I hope you can move wherever you want soon!

[peoriapeoriawhereart]

People that can't accept that other people might realize their shit isn't together enough to inflict it on another person that didn't sign up for the shit in question. Or, just like to get into other people's shit because it's so much easier to be da shit about 'solving'.

luciazephyr, just funnel it through Marcone. The flamethrower, that's totally Hendricks.

[luciazephyr]

If anti-choicers cared about children, they'd stop cutting programs that help needy kids and choose lunch progams for schoolchildren over millionaire tax cuts. And yet. No, the anti-choice movement isn't about saving teh kidz, it's about controlling women's sexuality and punishing them for bodily autonomy. Fuck that noise.

..... I could not eat a friend alligator. D8

[everbright]

All of this. Yes, yes, yes.

Well, I wouldn't eat a friend alligator either, I'd rather eat an enemy. *rimshot* sorry!

[killerkaleidoscope]

I am SO GLAD you sold the house! Awesome. You have no idea how impressed I am about surviving a road trip across five states. Good luck with the unpacking/settling-in stage! Shame it has to be in Florida--I visited Florida once, decided it was too flat and all the residents were weirder than snake shoes--but these things happen. It doesn't have to be forever, and I have faith you'll wind up elsewhere, somewhere you like, someday.

[luciazephyr]

"weirder than snake-skin boots" you are a fountain of strange metaphors. ♥

[killerkaleidoscope]

There are worse things to fountain. This one at least makes a kind of sense--it's because snakes don't have feet, so a snake who had shoes on its person would be kind of an odd duck, no?

...and we have officially entered the Frankenstein's Metaphor stage of sleep deprivation. Wheee... \(o__o)/

On a not-terribly-related note: your final, that question that's been giving you trouble--if you'd like, I could post an image of that code to Tumblr and ask if anybody knew how to fix it. I don't know how to phrase the question because all I know of code amounts to 'there are generally brackets in it', but I have a fair number of random followers and somebody's gotta know what you're supposed to do with it.

[luciazephyr]

Nah. My teacher just sat me down and told me to stop having a nervous breakdown and just do the exact final perimeters, nothing fancy. Which is what I'm now doing. /breathes into a bag