SO. Uncle Nick died unexpectedly. I HOPE that's why I'm finding things the way they are in this house! OMG! I'm serious. It's like... I dunno. Like he expected to come right back... but then... I guess he did.
OKAY.. BAWL-fest done. I miss him... He was like the best uncle I've ever heard of! Even better than any movie or TV uncle. That goes for the man from U.N.C.L.E ... Nick always made me watch that whenever I'd visit. He loved old stuff like that.
I got the key last Friday, moved some of my stuff into one of the spare bedrooms. and started poking around. Over the weekend I started making a list of the furtiture that I'd keep, and the stuff that would eventually go away. Each night this week, I'd pick a room and box up all of the personal stuff that had no meaning to me. I did find some pictures of Nana, Papa, and mom and Uncle Nick... Those I'm keeping.
If you ever find yourself in this position, take the time to move in slowly. "Joe" has been extremely considerate. He said that I could stay in the apartment as long as I needed so that the transition is easy. AND.. I wouldn't have to pay anymore. I guess I'll never know what Uncle Nick did, and why "joe" owes him so big. The only big hassle of taking ownership of this gorgeous house has been getting all of the utilities into my name. Canceling the phone service was a monumental chore. Once I convinced them that I did in fact actually have permission to discuss the account, and the right to change things... I then had to convince them that I didn't need a home phone. Seriously? I can't believe they even offer it anymore. (I really thought this was all taken care of)
