The move was actually pretty quick. We decided to move a week before it actually happened. Before that, it was an on-again, off-again sort of decision because we really, really loved our villa in Mirdif. The neighbours were good (by that, I mean that they tolerated Bruno), the area was nice and quiet, and we'd lived there for so long that we knew practically everything around.
They say it's good to get out of your comfort zone, of course, but completely shifting to a new place? I'm pretty sure that's not what they had in mind.
No pictures or videos in this post, I'm afraid. Mostly because the new house hasn't got any internet yet, and I'm currently using the connection at my cousin Yolany's place. I didn't think to bring my video camera or any of that stuff, and all the interesting clips of the houses and the move is on that. So I'll have to post that later.
Anyway, Adnan came over to help me pack my stuff up last Wednesday. I was useless, of course, since I kept pulling stuff out and saying, "Hmm, well, this goes in this pile, and that goes in that pile over there."
And Adnan's sitting among the debris, face-in-palm, shaking his head and telling me that I am, in fact, useless. His greatest contribution was actually sorting the piles out, and screaming at random intervals, "I can make it fit!"
*Snort* That is, dear readers, what she said. *Grin*
Anyway, he helped. I'd kept my door shut so that Mum couldn't see the mess I was making on the floor, and because I didn't want Adnan's screams of making things fit to leave the room. Mum burst in at random intervals, of course, saying stuff like "Shimali, it's so hot in here!" and then pinning me with a look that said, Don't close the door when there are boys in the room, you stupid girl.
That was funny.
And then Adnan and Aehshaan had a weird ninja moment. Aehshaan threw something at Adnan, missed, and Adnan's hand randomly snapped out super fast and grabbed it before it hit anything. It was cooler to look at than currently described, I promise.
After Adnan left, Aehshaan came into my room, screamed at me for having help and still not being done with the packing, and then proceeded to completely pack my room up. If whatever he wants to do with his life doesn't work out, he could totally become a professional mover-person. Who packs stuff. Is there a job like that? If not, he could be the first!
On Thursday, when we actually had to move stuff to the new place, I found a painting that Hassan had bought from our YEC stall last April and never collected. I called him up, and he came over in the afternoon. While he was over, Mum kind of tricked the poor boy into taking me to Spinneys so that I could get some food and stuff, seeing as Aehshaan and Dad were at the new house making sure that everything was going okay. Poor Hassan agreed, which was really super nice of him. So I went out, got croissants for Mum, Sprite Light for me, and water for the both of us.
Thing is, that Thursday morning, we had set out to the new house at like 5-something A.M. to do the whole prayer thing. And me, thinking we wouldn't be back to the old house again after that, put all my carry-on stuff in the car, and unloaded it there.
So when we in fact did return, I didn't have ANYTHING. No Nintendo DS, no laptop, no PILLOW. And no chairs. All the chairs were packed. Most boring day of my life. The most exciting thing I did was yell at the movers for crushing the leaves of one of the plants they were loading into the truck, after Mum specifically told them to be careful with them. I was in such a bad mood, I swear. The only plus side was that Adnan kept calling, so that made time fly for about an hour or so.
Anyway, the new house was a mess when we got there. Yolany, my cousin, came over and helped me unpack and stuff. Yesterday, Friday, my room was ready for me to sleep in. This morning, I was sick of everything being strewn all over the floor, and having to use my parents' toilet because I didn't want to go into mine until it was clean.
So I went in to our bathroom, determined to scrub it till the damned thing shone. And I did. I put up the shower curtain, scrubbed the sink and tub, mopped and swept the floor, wiped down the mirror, the WORKS. And I was so happy when I was done. The bathroom was freaking clean, man. It's a silly thing to be happy about, I know, but after working that hard and seeing the results? Damn.
Anyway, I've bored you lot enough for now. I'm out.
Peace, yo.
