As most of my readers
will know I don't tend to share what is personally going on in my
life. But with the most recent happenings it seems to be necessary
to inform those who are curious as to what occurred. We shall title
this adventure of Wt and Jule's "The Real World: Nashville
Edition" So here's what happens when you take six people with
vastly different personalities and have them stop being polite and
start getting real...
It began with us moving
out of our house and looking for a new living situation. One of our
best friends (at the time) whom we shall name for this story Booby
McRedHair approached us about getting a larger place because she was
unhappy with the apartment she was living in. We understood that in
accepting this arrangement along with her came her boyfriend Gamey
McSlacker, and their two current roommates Gunny McPsycho and Casper
the Gay Ghost. These names are not intended to be slanderous, but
rather to bring humor to a time and situation that had been
completely devoid of it.
We realized that moving
into the living situation we were moving in six very different
personalities: granted it was into a three floor townhouse so
everyone had their space. The top floor had the master bedroom for
Booby and Gamey and there were also bedrooms for Casper and Gunny.
The middle floor was designated as Switzerland, one half the game
room and the other half was the living room/dining room and kitchen.
On the bottom floor there was a large room which we converted into
our bedroom and there was the garage.
Now when we first moved
in everyone worked day jobs except for myself since I was focusing on
my writing which I mostly did at night. This worked for last than
two months when both Gamey and Gunny both quit their jobs and began
gaming almost 24/7. Now this would not have been a problem had it
not been for the way gamey played, which was by yelling at the screen
and constantly belittling the people he was online with. This became
the source of our first major conflict.
By the time these issues
had started to resolve themselves it was decided that Gunny would
move into the gaming room thus allowing for two new roommates to move
into his old room upstairs. This was decided without seeking our
input or even meeting them prior to them moving in. With this move I
began to feel very unwelcome on the middle floor and retreated into
the bedroom where I stayed pretty much 24/7.
Even with all of this, we
tried to see the positives in the situation. Julie and I had even
discussed staying on another year beyond the one year mark. The
Monday, mere days before "the incident", we had a household
meeting in which we informed them of such. Looking back...well the
signs were there, we just didn't want to see them.
That Thursday (Feb 21st)
the power got turned off due to an old debt we were planning on
finally taking care of literally the next week. But as luck would
have it Booby, Casper, and Gunny were home. Now I should state that
had they not both called in sick no one would have even known the
power was off until it had already been restored. But as
over-reactors would have it they decided to move the electricity bill
into Casper's name. Meanwhile across town, my wife had left work
early and was emptying out every account we had to pay the bill and
get the power turned back on. Embarrassed and in tears, she texted
everyone to let them know the situation had been dealt with and the
power would be back on shortly.
The power came back on
within six hours, but by then the damage had been done and the ball
had started rolling. For the next day and a half no one in the
household would speak to us. The hostility was palpable and
culminated during the impromptu household meeting called the next
day. The meeting began with them handing us an envelope that
contained a threat stating that if we didn't get our finances in
check that we could be evicted. We had never treated this as a
landlord/lessee situation but as the six of them sat facing off with
us. As Booby began to list off our many varied wrongs, I stopped her
and asked a simple question “Do you want us to leave?”
Hemming and hawing around
for a moment finally the answer was made of “Yes. We want you out.”
We were then given the deadline of March 31st. As soon as we received
this information we went through what appeared as the seven stages of
grieving, which ended the next day...sort of...
Julie deciding that we
were going to move out by the 1st of March and me agreeing to the
challenge. We put out the call for places to stay and are now in the
process of planning our next journey. At this point, we have some very good friends that have offered us temporary lodging. Where our destiny might take
us is at this point unknown but we have received several offers
within the Nashville area, one in Clarksville, one in Murfreesboro,
and several well beyond Tennessee's boarders (Canada anyone?). By
the end of March we plan to know more about where the spirits are
leading us. but until then, we plan to keep it positive, learn from
past experiences and as always Keep on writing.
