The last of the plans has been finalized. He got a bigger, but cheaper truck from Budget Truck Rentals reserved for Monday. Tuesday is when we’ll take off, whether we have a place lined up or have to go to a motel. The question is, if we do have to go to a motel first, is that God’s way of doing us a favor in the end? Or would He be screwing us over that way? If we had to go to a motel, then Tom got a much better paying job than even he thought, we might be able to go to a house and skip the apartments altogether, but I know better than that. God’s going to do everything He can to drain our money as fast as possible, get us into a noisy apartment and keep us there for at least a year, only allowing Tom the shitty-paying jobs. I don’t think he’ll get more than $9 an hour.

Next door is one of those extremes that isn’t, so to speak. They’ve got trash all over the yard and Tom’s been seeing 6-7 cars a day there. And although I haven’t heard anything, thanks to them being further away and the driveway being on the other side of the house, it goes to show that we can still beat some pretty ridiculous odds and get those extremes. Every house we’ve had has been next to a rental. What are the odds of that, along with the odds of someone having 15 little brothers next door, plus all the other flukes we’ve had to deal with?

On the other hand, we could’ve gotten stuck with a stereo next door, and we could’ve had them driving in and out of the yard with them, too. Something definitely looked out for us in this house. We’ll just see how it goes when we’re attached to people again.

People associate big with tougher, so I’ve stopped drinking the tea till we get settled down there. If I do end up literally having to “fight for my sleep,” I’ll want the extra weight to do so with. I’ll also need it if things go so bad that we end up broke and starving. My body can use the extra fat, and I have about 35 pounds of it, to feed off of if it has to.

I just wish I knew why we’re being steered into motels first! Is it just to put us out some more and drain our money faster? Or is it to help us get to a better place?

All I know is that I’m just so sick of moving just because other people can’t shut up! In this case, it may be more due to the house being a dump, the town being a dead-end place, and the cold and snow, but almost all my other moves were because someone just couldn’t shut up. Well, this time around I’ll shut them up! Why should I be put out cuz of them? So believe me when I say there won’t be any phone calls, eggs, or other pranks. Just my fists! For once they’re going to pay for their actions, not me! And they won’t have any kind of a hold on me to stop me!

Regardless of what the neighbors force me to do to get any peace, today’s a prime example of why I want out of Oregon. It’s July and I’m cold! It’s been rainy and is only to get up to 65º today and down to 46º tonight.