I haven't posted a new blog in a long time because I've been busy....Busy moving! I moved ALLLLLL the way downtown. Which is approximately 1.2 miles from my other house. Yep.
I am finally all settled into the new place. The new place is tiny, we have absolutely too much crap for this new house. But I love it! I'm the complete opposite of a hoarder, I like to be free of "stuff". I like things to look clutter free and clean. Just don't look in my closet....
I lived at the other house for over a year, I moved into the house right after graduation. I never really liked the house, it gave me the creeps. I remember the first night I stayed at the house with my dog and I was lying in bed...and I heard this clawing noise on the walls and the ceiling.......
Was it the girl from "The ring"?....the scary looking boy from "The Grudge"?...Flesh eating ZOMBIES!? The human centipede?!!!!!
Turns out it was a raccoon. A dirty filthy raccoon. Making a house for himself.
We had Buddhist Monks come and bless the house. We captured the raccoon....twice.
But I still felt like the house was not home and I was very unhappy. I started picking fights with the BF. I was angry and grumpy all the time. I just wanted out.
When I found out we were moving, I asked my mom which days are best to move. My mom is Buddhist and according to the Buddhist calendar there are certain days and times that are good luck to move. My mom told me "Thursday between 7am-9am"
A few nights before we moved....the BF said that I was staring at him in the middle of the night and my eyes were black! Was I becoming the girl from "The Ring"? Eeek!!! or "Paranormal Activity"?! Creeeepy!!!
Ok....so thursday at 8am (I couldn't get up at 7) I packed my car and headed to the new place. I made only one trip because my mom said all I had to do was start the move between 7am-9am and then finish the move whenever.
Immediately as soon as I made the move, I felt instantly happier and uplifted. I felt good vibes!
I believe that there was a bad spirit or just bad vibes at the other house and it was like a demon taking over me.
Do you believe it? Or am I just crazy for thinking this? Is it something else that has happened?
No joke, I never had baby fever ever....and the final day we were moved in I started to feel my biological clock ticking..yes I'm only 26 I still have a few more years. And I'm going traditional and getting married before having kids. But if I don't get married....I'm not having kids.
Yes, I am very superstitious. Just like my mother. I believe in Karma. I believe that whistling at night draws attention to ghosts and spirits....Standing your chopsticks straight up with your food is bad luck....Throwing change on the floor when you move into a new home is good luck. And the list goes on......
Oh by the way....I broke a very large mirror....(it actually committed suicide).....does that mean bad luck for seven years? Hmmm.....
Maybe I've become more Buddhist.....
What do you guys think?
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