12:00 a.m. Midnight. I’m still at my girlfriend’s apartment moving things down into the truck. Her room is still a bit of a mess and she’s slowly trying to organize and pack things. I continue to rush her and try to motivate her to move faster. I take time and I clean every single room after I’ve moved everything out. My back and my feet are hurting.
3:00 a.m. We finally cleared the whole apartment. It actually looks pretty good we’ve moved everything out. It was a struggle but we did it. Now we have a truck that is just filled with trash bags full of my girlfriend’s stuff. I drive the truck Lowell and my girlfriend drives her Honda Pilot. I put the TV in some other items in her Pilot so they don’t break.
3:30 a.m. When we get to my girlfriend’s new apartment we go upstairs and I put her son’s bed on the floor where she lays down. It’s been a lot of work and she’s exhausted. I began hauling all the bags up one or two at a time while she rested. I’m trying to be as quiet as I possibly can, so as not to wake the neighbors. There’s people still roaming around across the street. I don’t like the fact that there’s so many homeless drug addicts congregating near my girlfriend’s home, at this point I understand homelessness better. I know that those that are homeless have an identity and have a story. I also know that some people that are homeless have a history of bad behavior.
4:30 a.m. I had a book holding the door open. It was jammed at the bottom between the door and the threshold. When I go outside I see a group of four people pressed up against the passenger door of the U-Haul truck. They have blankets. In my mind I think that they are entering the truck or possibly they had taken some of the things from the truck. I began yelling at them telling them to get off the truck. They begin to yell back at me. Moments before I had asked my girlfriend to come down and help me finish the moving job. She sees me right as I’m yelling at this group of people. She comes out yelling at them as well thinking they stole her stuff and kicks the book out of the door. Four people are yelling back at me, I am convinced they took things from the truck. One person begins to charge at me. I have my phone in my hand. I call 911. Because my girlfriend kicked the book out of the door We could not lock ourselves inside. The person that had charged at me, turned around and met back up with the three other people they were traveling with. If they had tried to assault me, there’s a good chance I would have defended myself. I am against violence, I’d prefer not to ever use violence, but if another human being puts their hands on me I will defend myself and I will protect those that I care about.
5:00 a.m. The police arrive and my girlfriend and I are locked outside the apartment building. I told the police what happened. After looking at the truck I realized they might not have taken anything, although they were entering the passenger door of the truck. There wasn’t anything in the cab of the truck. I think I mistaken the blankets and things they were carrying as possibly being taken from my girlfriend’s stuff in the back of the truck. We still couldn’t get into the apartment building so we began buzzing people to let us in. It was annoying and I felt terrible to wake people up but we needed to get in so we could finish the moving job. Please send it up calling the fire department. The cops that we engaged with were really polite and helpful. One officer even tried to Jimmy the door for us. Finally when the fire department arrives somebody comes down and lets my girlfriend and myself back into the apartment building. We say goodbye to the police officers, and I finished the moving job.
7:00 a.m. After a whole afternoon and night of moving I’m finished. My girlfriend’s apartment is filled with boxes and contractor bags full of stuff. I have her follow me down the street, about 6 minutes away, to U-Haul in Lowell. The U-Haul employee is hanging outside. We exchange greetings and he’s a pretty cool guy. The truck is a bit late but he doesn’t charge me. After exchanging small talk my girlfriend arrived eating a muffin, she had stopped at Dunkin’ donuts. The U-Haul employee gave me a receipt of $0 after returning the truck, since I had already paid the day before. I jump in the driver’s seat of my girlfriend’s Honda Pilot and we drive back to her new apartment to get some rest.
11:00 a.m. I’ve been having trouble sleeping.
There’s a restaurant down the street from where my girlfriend lives now in Lowell, a Portuguese restaurant called Romeo and Juliet’s. I decided to go down there and get some food since I’m famished. Well I’m there I grab rice and beef for myself, and I get some pastries for my girlfriend. After I eat I take the leftovers and the pastries back to my girlfriend’s new apartment. I wake her up and give her the pastries and I lay back down and go to sleep.
2:30 p.m. My girlfriend and I woke up. It’s been a long 2 days. Having all the stuff in a small space is overwhelming for both of us. Although it’s good that we got the job done. My girlfriend and I end up arguing. I get super frustrated, I’m sleep deprived and it’s hard to control my emotions. I end up kicking a mirror and breaking it. I walk out, and she and I talk on the phone and I end up coming back and cleaning up the mess I made of glass. She drives me back to my little car that’s at U-Haul. I drive The little car to my friend’s house where I lay down, get some rest and decompress.
6:30 p.m. After working on writing vlogs most of the afternoon, I head back over to my girlfriend’s new apartment to keep her company. I understand that we’ve been through a lot and we have to support each other. We do a little unpacking and we stay in for the night.