Fitzie, My Sweet Baby Dog + Others

Hello, y’all!

Alright…we have finally reached the most recent house that I have lived in, 9 houses later. This is the 2nd mobile home that I lived…and the tackiest one too, haha. It’s khaki and blue…Cowboys blue. This house was my aunt’s house but she moved out of it a few years back, but kept it and rented it out to her ex-husband, Mike, and some roommates. During everything and such, after I moved everything out of my house, he moved in there with his gf. So, we did a switcharoo basically! 

Before moving into this house, I had only been in here a couple times. I had to keep my distance because this was years ago when I wasn’t used to Fitzie yet. I had a general idea of what it looked like. But, y’all don’t so let me explain the layout! You walk in and you're in the living room. To the left in the corner is Bill's room, the master bedroom. There's an open space/seam of the house separating the kitchen and living room. The kitchen is a pretty good size for us, and to the left corner of it, there's the laundry room. We have a sliding door against the kitchen/dining room. The kitchen/dining room is an open concept, so it just merges into it. The dining room used to be the 2nd living room. There's a built-in entertainment set up on the right wall, with a TV and the urns of my parents and grandma. The wall is shared with Pudge's room. To the right of him, is my room. I'm at the beginning of the hallway. Next to me, is the bathroom we (cousins) share. To the right of that, is the kids' room, at the end of the hallway. Yup, that's it! Even though we are still living in this house at the moment, we have experienced a lot of memories so far. Nothing crazy...well, I don't think. Either way, here they are:

At this house, I learned how to drive, and got my permit + license all within a week to a year or so. I had only had one lesson in my life, which was one day with my mom. I never really intended on driving because it scared me. My mom promised to drive me everywhere, haha, because she wanted to! Either way, had a couple lessons with my aunt and then I was sent to driving school with Pudge. We had a couple more lessons and then we had the test. We both passed! Getting my driver's license was supposed to be easy...had to wait almost a year to get my appointment. By the time it happened, my paperwork had expired. We both had to retake the driving test, I was the only one that passed. So much pressure was put on us to pass. I knew I could do it, but there was a part of me who doubted myself. I was so nervous and scared, my heart was beating so fast and out of my chest for at least a few days after I took the test. Fast forward to today, now I drive myself to and from work. That's all...I'm still scared to drive to other places. But, hey it's a start...at least I'm driving myself. 

I attended my first musical, by myself here. I love musicals so much! My family...not so much. They can't stand them. The show Jesus Christ Superstar was coming to Texas and I really wanted to go. I wanted them to go with me as part of a birthday present for me, but nope...no one wanted to go. So, after a week of debating, I finally bought myself a ticket. I was excited but also sad/scared because I was gonna be alone. My uncle (my aunt's bf at the time), offered to get a ticket to sit near me, but I didn't want him to waste his money on me for no reason. Plus, this show was in Houston, 3 hours away from home. But, no worries...my uncle drove me. It was fun bonding with him. He has his own podcast and he rented a studio in HTX to record an episode with his pals. So, he already had a reason to go to HTX. The show was so great! I cried the first not I heard of the Overture. I'm not even ashamed! That musical/rock opera is so fantastic!

Here is where I really built my bond with Fitzie. When we first moved in, I was used to her already, just being near me. I could pet her, but that's about it. My next goal was to pick her up. The kids would pick her up with so much ease, obviously because they weren't scared of her. So, every now and then I would pick her up a couple of inches about the floor. I realized he didn't do anything, she would just let you pick her up. One day, I just fully picked her up and she has been my BFF since then. I cannot go a day without smelling her and petting her to my heart's content. Actually, take that back! I didn't talk to her for 2 days one time, because she threw up all over my bed like 2 times in a row. I was so mad, that I yelled at her and threw her out of my room. It was funny, she knew she made a mistake because she avoided me for those 2 days. I even play fetch with her because it's one of her favorite things she likes to do. I even call her my dog, because she likes to play fetch and sometimes she even barks, she's so funny! Either way, she's my baby and I literally wish I could swaddle her and bottle-feed her 24/7...she's so little! She sleeps right beside me every night and has her own food bowl and water fountain in my room, too. I've become attached to her so much, I literally can't imagine life without her...its sad. I get sad at times because she's old and I regret not getting to know her sooner. 

Too much thinking of Fitzie, I'm gonna cry rn. But, we also got another cat while here. My uncle gifted my aunt an orange Maine Coon mix kitten, for her birthday last year. He was only a couple of weeks old when he came to our home. It was between him and a white-grey kitten. I'd rather the other because I can't stand the color orange. He's been hectic and all over the place ever since we got him. Goodness...his name was up for debate! It was between: Garfield, Napkins, Puppy Chow, and Honey-Senpai. My choice won...Puppy Chow. He's named after the dessert snack. I'm used to him, sort of. Still can't pick him up because he bites. But, he loves to lay on my feet and loves to be pet with my foot...he's weird, haha. He loves to eat and sleep all day. Fitzie still can't stand him...they always break out in brawls and such. Literally, you see their fur all over the house!

Woah, so this is where I also had my first sleepovers with friends. I've only spent the night at 2 friends' houses, back when I was younger, only a handful of times. I was terrified because I was away from my mom. Well, anyways...here, I actually had friends sleep over. The first one, was a guy friend. I almost lost it, because it felt so wrong. I was like, uh this should not be happening... it's against the law or something! Not that he slept in my bed or even room, but the fact he was asleep under the same roof as me, felt wrong, lol. He slept in the living room and basically overstayed his welcome to an extent, haha. But, it was kind of cool having him spend the night...like, woah...we spent the night with each other! The other was a college friend of mine...she had spent the day with me hanging out. She lives far from me, so it was cool having her here. She actually slept in my bed, with me. That still felt wrong too, haha. I was like woah, 2 girls in the same bed, I'm scared...scared of what you might be asking, literally I have no idea. Having someone share the same bed as me is nerve-wracking, idk. I'm scared I'm probably gonna slobber on them or...kick them, or something!

Speaking of having people over...reminds me of meeting people! Here is where I met someone from the internet, became friends with them, and have had them over multiple times. Meeting someone online could be scary! I'm glad my friend was who he said he was, lol. We've become great friends over the last few months. So, much so that I've invited him over a handful of times. He's the first "stranger", I've had over here. At least I hung out with him a couple of times before having him here, right? He's chill, lol. But, it's so crazy to me that I went from being scared to have friends over, who I've known for 10 and 5+ years, but I was perfectly fine with inviting someone who I had known for a few weeks! I'm weird, lol.

I basically attended my first house party here! It was my uncle's birthday party the first year we were here. We invited my aunt's friends and also his friends...the house was packed! Filled with a mixture of people I knew and ones I had just met. It was fun, exciting, and scary. The divide that was between the 2 groups was pretty lame...we're very different from my uncle's friends but eh, we couldn't do much. Bringing up get-togethers here...this was where I attended a New Year's Eve and also a 4th of July get-together that was thrown at my house for the first time...that was fun! We invited our friends and Pudge also invited some friends too. I didn't know who to invite, which was lame...I don't have many friends, especially ones who live near me. Those days were fun! I had never been hurt by a firework before and it finally happened this past 4th of July. Some firework piece fell from the sky and hit my head, haha. 

Oh my gosh, this house is where I attended my first anime convention. This could be a whole other post but...yeah. Never in my life did I ever think I'd go to an anime con...my life was changed when I went to one, haha. They are so much fun, especially when you host a panel. <- Well, I didn't but my aunt did and I was her handler, lol...I'll go into that more later. But, hey...now I love anime cons, they're the best! 

Talking about anime reminds me of 2 things...I OFFICIALLY started my anime journey here. I've always known about it and watched it here and there while growing up, but nothing too crazy. But here is where my aunt sat me down and had me watch Yuri On Ice and from then on I was hooked! Right now, I'm in the middle of watching Dragon Ball Z! I have accumulated so much anime merch in the short period of time I've watched anime. Things like figures, posters, wall scrolls, acrylic stands, and more! Second thing: I had an anime cake for my birthday this year. This year I had my first birthday party with people other than my family. I'm a part of this anime group online and we have meet-ups every so often. I made it an event and invited the group to my party...a pool party! A handful of people showed up and it was so fun! Even my friend (the one I met online), he even came to the party! It was a great time, but my cake was the highlight. I had cut out pictures of my anime "husbands" on it, haha...I cut them out days before, a lot of hard work, haha.

Duh...totally forgot, I got my first and only job while here. Even though, it's not in my field of study...at least it's a job. I'm a receptionist at a barbershop. I've been there since May. Time flies when you're working I guess...I feel like I just got there! Since working there, I've made a few new friends...my coworkers! Even though I overheard you should never mix work and personal lives together...I don't know, I feel like I'd be friends with a couple of them outside of work. I've gotten really close with one of the barbers there, she's super sweet and fun to talk to. Just recently we've been baking desserts for each other since we both share a common interest in baking. It's been super fun and it's something I look forward to every week. Along, with making friends...it's been quite the experience talking to guys basically daily. I've talked to more guys here, than I ever have in my entire life. Going from talking to no guys to at least 20 guys a day, pshhh it's something! But, eh...it's helping me talk to people and get out of my comfort zone!

One last memory...I went through my first breakup while here! Okay, well I personally didn't but it sure felt like it. My aunt and uncle broke up after 2 years of being together. He's been here since the beginning since I moved in. He's been here through all of my family members deaths and he stuck by our sides. He's been here for many highs and lows, and so many accomplishments too. His departure was already in the talks with me for a few weeks leading up to it, so I already knew about it. My aunt and uncle weren't really on talking terms when he moved out and such. The day that he packed and left, I was the only one home. I was trying to be the strong and silent type that day, but...it got to me when he said his last goodbye to me. He was always joking with me and laughing. When he left we said our goodbyes and I walked him out the door, he was like wanna hug, I laughed and was like nah...I was like he's just being dramatic! He walked off and that was the last I saw him (for a couple weeks I think). Right when I closed the door, I grabbed Fitzie and I started crying my eyes out. I missed him so much! Someone who had been in my life for 2 years, just leaves. I took it harder than anyone in the family. I cried for 4 days. On the 4th day, I thought I was fine...I was at work and then all of a sudden I was sitting there, tears running down my face. Literally, I was thinking, if I can't even handle my uncle leaving, how am I gonna survive my first real breakup!? I was advised by my aunt to cut all contact with him, well...still haven't done that. I don't have him on any social media (he and I agreed to that), but we still text each other every week or so. I know, that's probably not the best, but I think it's working...idk.

That concludes my latest blog post! I'm so sorry for the very long delay, just been caught up with things around here. Either way, this was the last of the houses I've lived in, since I currently live in this one right now. What will my next post be about? The future? "Problems" in my life right now? Who knows...I'll figure it out...hopefully. I hope you enjoyed this blog post!

Until next time,

Zelly :)