It feels so good to have the past two weekends behind me. I’ve completed all my packing and my awesome movers managed to tetris the contents of my bedroom and common room areas into a 10′ x 10′ space in storage. I seriously had my doubts. It also helped that my mom and friends are borrowing (for an indefinite period of time) some things from me so that was less things for me to pack.
“Sooo…about these weights…”
“You have a juicer, right?”
“What do you do with a food processor?”
“Your TV would look great in my living room.”
“Hey…do you still need those gift wrappers?”
Luckily I packed almost all of my things the previous weekend so really it was just a matter of throwing miscellaneous items in the trash and shutting the boxes. What this meant was…there was time to enjoy a fine meal with my cousin!
Back in the day, we used to have Dim Sum for breakfast in my old place up in Harbor City. For old times’ sake, we decided to hit up Capital Seafood at the Irvine Spectrum. It wasn’t as good but…it was still pretty damn good.
I was also able to have some fine sushi with a good friend of mine at Sashimi in Mission Viejo! (Did I mention I LOVE food?)
After it was all said and done and the apartment was empty, my intent was to stay in the empty apartment with this little cutie:
My friend and roommie thought I was crazy for staying in an empty apartment for the sake of a cat.
“Seriously? Just stay at your mom’s.”
“So what if Roxie can’t roam free. Leave her in the carrier, she’ll be fine!”
“She’s a cat. You’re going to stay in an empty apartment and sleep on the floor for a cat when you have the option of staying somewhere else?”
“It’s just that there are so many other fun things you can do, and you’re choosing to stay in an empty apartment WITH A CAT??”
The answer is yes, yes I would, and yes I did. This is one of those times when the clear difference in perspectives is really interesting to me, because I still don’t understand what the big deal is and I bet they still don’t understand why I chose to do what I did. Did I do all that for a cat? Yes. But it’s not like it was a huge sacrifice for me or anything. It’s not like, omg, I’m doing all of these things for a cat. All of what things? Staying in my apartment and sleeping on a mattress topper on the floor? Being all alone on my last night there? Yeah, I don’t get it.
First of all, I love being alone. When I lived there and my roommie would tell me he’d be gone for the weekend, I’d start dancing and singing this song, but in a happy way:
Second, this was actually surprisingly comfortable to sleep on:
It was a pretty awesome night for me (no sarcasm here).
The next day I packed my car, ate breakfast, then put my cat outfit number 2 on:
See that smirk on my face? That’s pure arrogance. Getting one cat from my apartment in CA to my apartment in NY pretty smoothly does not a cat-whisperer make, a fact that I soon learned. It was pretty rough from the start. First, Miss Roxie is not as attached to me as Sir Cooper is so when I put the harness on her she flipped her shit and ran off. Then I had the bright idea to try and give her drugs at that moment by putting it in her mouth and closing her jaw. She looked at me with betrayal in her eyes.
So then I said to myself, forget the drugs, just get her in the carrier. At this point she’s already freaked out so she was NOT having it. I chased her around, she’s hissing and literally pooping as she ran away because she was so scared. It was not a fine moment for either of us. 😦
Finally I called my other cousin to help me out and it took her all of two minutes to get Roxie in her cat carrier. I was VERY impressed.
Roxie did pretty well for being sober the entire trip. She did meow a few times (poor baby) but she went through security with me no problem, which was my biggest concern. Unfortunately for her, her momma is the queen of missed flights and we ended up missing the connecting flight from Philadelphia to Binghamton. I ended up flying to Ithaca, renting a car, then dropping it off at the Binghamton airport. I was very fortunate that there was a flight leaving around the same time I was supposed to but it added an extra hour of unnecessary carrier time for poor little Miss Roxie. She was such a trooper!
The journey was well worth it though!
Now it feels like home for me!