So I lied.

I said I would try to focus less on the negative and more on the positive but this needs to be addressed. By virtue of a rather annoying sequence of events, my mother and I have to move again. It doesn't seem that bad at first, I won't have to change schools or anything and we're only moving a couple of miles south. What's really pissing me off is why we have to and what's going to happen once we do.

Officially, the story is that our "landlord" (he doesn't live in or own the building) doesn't want people with pets living in the building but we have three cats. Strangely, this has never been a problem before; we moved in with two cats and have lived there for a little over two years. But for whatever reason, it has become a problem so we have to move. I think that's bullshit.

Here's my theory:
I think the "landlord" is fed up with the perpetual messy, run-down state of our apartment. Ever since I started college, my mom just decided that she was just going to stop taking care of the place. I mean, I knew that I did all of the cleaning around the house because she wouldn't but I figured it was only because she knew she could make me do it. I didn't think she keep doing nothing and watch lazily as she became buried under a heap of clothes and a pile of dirty dishes. When I went home for spring break the place was a mess. There were dirty dishes sitting in cold water, had been for a couple of days apparently. I washed them. The kitchen itself was in complete disarray. I cleaned it. The bathroom was a cesspool; the toilet hadn't been cleaned probably since I'd left for school and there was cat food everywhere. I refused to use that bathroom until it was cleaned. And that of course, is where our story actually begins.

Basically, our toilet stopped working properly. It got clogged and started running slowly and almost flooded a couple of times. So of course we called the landlord over to come have a look at it. Well, it was only my third day home or so and I hadn't had the chance to clean the house the way I wanted to. So when he got there the living room was still a mess, the carpet was stained, my mom's bedroom was a disaster area and of course the toilet had "mysteriously" stopped working. To make an already too long story shorter, he found what looked like gravel or kitty litter in the tank of the toilet. He broke up the clog and went on his way. Except now he thinks that my mother is idiot enough to be dumping litter into the toilet. He apparently doesn't have a very high opinion of her. Maybe I don't either...

A week later, I get a text from my mom saying we have to move. That's bad enough. The place we're moving to only allows tenants to have two cats, so we have to give away Smokey, the third kitten we just got. Alright, so now it's shitty. We're moving into a one bedroom apartment and I get to sleep in the "den". Isn't that lovely? I also have to go home on a weekend that had oodles of plans for to pack my stuff at home.

What upsets me the most is that this shouldn't have happened. My mother is almost forty years old. She should be responsible enough to maintain a quality state of being for her own living environment. I mean, she has to live in all that mess; after a while it becomes unbearable. But she didn't and because of that we're essentially being evicted. And of course, me being completely dependent on her (and I think she likes it that way) I get to be dragged down too. That, I'm not okay with. I've got problems all my own, I don't need to have to deal with hers too.