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@prophecy thank you very much for your advice. This is just going to be hard for me.
Marisol nodded to Rey and made her way into town She grabbed her purse and the list, and left as quickly as she could, speed walking into town. She had errands to run - some of which had to be done before she could go shopping and there was no time to lose. Walking herself near the pier, she found her way to the fish market.
Appearance: [img=http://fc01.deviantart.net/fs70/f/2014/320/a/6/marlix___updated_by_wiltingdaisy-d86nup7.png] Monster: [img=http://fc09.deviantart.net/fs70/f/2014/055/b/e/commission__wendigo_attack_by_detkef-d77we88.jpg] He's the monster, of course Name: Marlix Nickname: Max, Maxie, maxim, mar-mar Age: 20 Color Rose: green Tattoo Location: middle back Abilities: superior speed and agility to his brothers.He is also skilled in the use of old weaponry. His favorite - strangely enough - is a scythe. Likes: old style weaponry, sweets, keeping fit and astronomy Dislikes: loud and droning noises, sour fruits, the moon, his various scars Personality: Not very strange when compared to his brothers, Marlix is a bit of a morbid soul with a strange lust for the fantastic and other worldly. He is a bit of a grump, but he likes to make people smile despite himself. (Just because he's upset doesn't mean you should.) He's a nice guy, really, but he can be a complete and total airhead - often forgetting simple things like his reading glasses or - god forbid- his clothing. He is quick to anger (a trait he shares with his brothers, certainly. I mean, where do you think all of those awful scars came from?) but he is probably the quickest of his brothers to snap back to reality - perspective being his greatest weapon History: (This should be discussed with the others, so leave it blank for now.) Other: He wants to be an astronomer
I'll get on it
> My parents are doing the same, sort of -- only the IRS is instigating the process, because they held onto the house (for those same sort of memories) way, way, WAAAAY longer than they could afford. Good news is, your memories don't live in that house anymore either, and they can't be lost or sold. You'll make much better memories in the future if you're making smart money decisions (like selling a house that's bigger than you need). And the future is a much better thing to worry about than the past. Worrying about the future tends to put me in an existential crisis, but i'll take in mind the part about the memories. > Burn the house down before anyone foreign can trample all over your abstract and totally stationary memories. > > Then collect insurance and sell the land to a developer. I can't tell if this is joking or not. Either way it feels kind of mean > I went through this a few years back. I was expecting it to be harder than it was. How much time do you spend in it? Or have you lived on your own for a while? I had lived on my own for a while so the house wasn't my home when it was sold and that made it easier. As mdk said, your memories don't live there any more. If you want or can, take pictures of parts of it that you want to hold onto. I know it was easier for me because when I went to visit the house just before it was sold the tree I used to climb in daily had been chopped down (years earlier and no one had told me) and the row of lilacs I used to read under was also gone. It was enough to help sever things for me. That house wasn't the house I remembered, not really. > > I hope things go well for you in this regard. But things are just things, keep that in mind. I've been in this house since i was 6 months old. and I'm 20 and jobless, so I still live at home. Thank you for the advice. > My childhood got sold when I was still in my childhood and my dad pulled up sticks and moved us out to Germany, then back to New Hampshire, then down to Texas, then up to Maryland. I spent the rest of my childhood bouncing around, so I suppose I can't really relate to living in a place for all that long. On the other hand, I know about dealing with that. > > The memories go with you, trust me. Thank you > My parents have been fixing up a house on the countryside that they will be moving in to soon. > > The last time I visited them in the house I grew up in, I knew it'd be one of the last times I'd be there and I felt a pit in my stomach. Somehow it was comforting to walk through my house with my camera recording a video. Just a snapshot of that point in time before it all changes. > > Now if I ever need some cathartic nostalgia, I can just watch that video and sob. Both of my cats have died since then (last year) so I've already watched the video and sobbed since they're both in it. :') Thank you for sharing, and for the idea of filming.
Marisol got the roast in the oven, then took off her apron and went to grab her purse. She then called out "Rey! I am going food shopping! You are the senior-most member of this house so you are in charge while I run my errands!" She made sure she could be heard, and waited for a response
My father is selling my childhood home this year, and its really hitting me hard. I grew up in this place. I celebrated holidays and birthdays here. I went through so much in this house. I don't know how i'm going to handle it. Has anybody else been in this situation? I could really use some advice or comforting words.
marisol got back into the kitchen. This roast is going to take a few hours to cook. She had to get it into the oven, and then get going to the grocery store and a few other errands to be home before its done. That roast would be used as lunch/dinner meat for the next week if she hurried it up.
"es okay" Marisol assured "Make sure that you read the rules" She pointed to the plaque "And pick an empty room" She invited
I understand honey. Take your time
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