Chapter 5: Your Mom Goes to College

(This chapter title was Hunter’s suggestion…and I ran with it.)

Hey guys, it’s me again. You probably thought I died or something, but nope I’m still here. You may remember from Chapter 4 that I said that things were about to start happening. Well let me tell ya, that was the truth. I’m pleased to tell you that our house hunting did come to an end on Monday, January 9, so we haven’t been homeless this whole time (and yes Amber we have gotten to shower in the past month J hallelujah!). I’ll get to that soon though. First I need to back up for a second. I don’t think that I put into full view what we did to search for apartments that week or so before we actually found one. Yes, we did look online and in the newspapers and such. But also, we drove around the town looking for any place that had a For Rent sign and called that number to get some info. The weekend before January 9, we were doing just that. Because I was driving, we had ended up on some back alley or other and weren’t really having much luck. Then, I saw it! As you can imagine, I got quite excited at the new prospect and was in a hurry to write the number down before we passed the sign. Now, the details are a little fuzzy so bear with me here. Maybe Hunter didn’t think the apartment was even a remote option, or maybe I just didn’t give him enough time to think (not likely). Either way, he wasn’t writing the number down as I drove past. Ok kids; let this be a lesson to you. Do NOT use your cell phones while you’re driving (even if it’s a worthy cause, and you’re just trying to help). I proceeded to try to put the number in my phone. While that was going on, my Baby Truck was heading towards the curb…which it then drove onto. Luckily enough, I had the good sense to hit the brakes rather than the telephone pole. Of course Hunter was freaking out… it wasn’t really that scary. We weren’t going very fast. But anyways…it’s stuff like that that eventually lead Hunter to say this to me… “Every time I get in this truck while you’re driving it’s like the frickin’ fear factor.” Haha what can I say? Hunter does most of the driving these days. If I do grab the keys before he does he’ll look at me and say, “Oh… you’re driving huh? Great.” (It is my truck though…haha love you Schunt!) Hunter does have quite a few wonderful quotes though, so keep your eye open in chapters to come.



We live on the left side.

Alright, we’re back to Monday morning now. By that time, we had narrowed down our housing possibilities to two choices. Sparing you most of the details, I’ll just say that after much agony of decision making (which both Hunter and I hate doing) we called up one of our choices and told he we’d take it. The excitement was palpable. Of course we were nervous, but the idea of being free of the confines of the Baby overpowered most other thought. At about 1 o’clock that afternoon, we signed the papers (cue party jams so Schunt and I can dance with joy!) We still had many, MANY worries, but for that moment we left them behind. The unpacking began! What turned out to be a little bit funny was that even though we had an apartment, we still had to spend a few hours in the Baby that night. We had gone to get our utilities all set up and junk, but they couldn’t turn them on until the next day, so our apartment had no electricity. Once it got dark, we sat in the Baby and watched movies on our laptops and dinked around on our phones. We did however, relish in the ability for our seats to be able to lean back, and we lounged to our hearts’ content (or at least something moderately close to it).

The next morning we set to work putting our little home into order, though I must say there wasn’t much zeal in our efforts. Unpacking, it just…isn’t very fun and let’s face it, Hunter and I are fun lovers. Anyways, later I was in the kitchen washing dishes or something, and Hunter came in. “Hey Tess, can I use one of your blankets to cover the living room windows.” When I asked what he wanted to do that for, he said that the blinds were broken. After a few minutes, I went to check the situation out for myself. I saw Hunter in the living room yanking on the cord for the blinds. When his efforts yielded no results, I stepped over to him (my 21 year old brother), grabbed the cord and pulled it slightly to the left. The blinds came down. I did the same to the other window with, shockingly enough, the same result. Crisis averted. “Hunter,” I said. “Haven’t you ever closed a blind before?” I may have thrown a “you re” in there somewhere, but who can know for sure really? He told me that he’d never seen blinds like that before and something along the lines of that if they were normal he would’ve been able to work them. With a sigh of exasperation (and maybe my dad would say a little bit dramatically), I informed him that pretty much every blind EVER was made that way.  I told you, he surely is a funny one!

The living room and through that door is Schunt's room