I think I will always remember this day for the rest of my life, not cause it was me moving out for the first time and going to be living on my own, just cause it was one of those days where i should never have got up out of bed.
My dad had told me the day before he was wanting to leave at 7am so he could beat the rush hour traffic in Aberdeen and so we would be down in Edinburgh for midday. So the next day my alarm went off around half 5 and i jumped up out of bed and got ready, now for those who know me i am not a morning person and if anyone dares speak or touch me i will rip their head off, but this day was an exception, mainly cause i had not really slept the night before so i was basically awake when my alarm went off. I had to set my alarm this early because i have a fish tank in my room full of tropical fish, and i had to transport them from one tank to another one which was suitable for travelling. now silly me thought that this would be easy scooping them out and the first five were no bother....
After 45 minutes of me bent over with my whole arm submerged under the water with my jug and fish net i had only scooped out 7 out of 12 fish. by this time my dad was up and he was ready and tying everything up in the back of the moving fan. 15 minutes later i attempted on scooping out my shark which is about the lenght of my middle finger, but like hell it was going in! the sweat started pouring off me and my back was aching and i eventually managed to trap it in the corner of the tank and scoop it out. As i was scooping it out the shark flicked its fins and imagine this in slow motion, the shark jumped out of the net, went flying past my face and landed at the other side of my room! i screamed and shouted fuck over and over again (i think this is why my mum decided to get up out of bed) and i ran across my room and quickly scooped it up and flung it into the travelling tank. By that time i went and asked my dad if he coulld scoop out the rest, but i just got a mouthfull of abuse at me cause it was almost time to leave and i wasnt ready (thanks to the fish) but in the end he went and did it and i packed up my toiletries and other bits and pieces.
After that my dad had asked me to go to the garage and get some newspaper to stuff down the side of the travelling tank so it didnt move around in the van so i ran outside and next thing i knew i was on the ground covered in mud, stones and my blood. Yep that was the second thing to go wrong, i had tripped over one of my mum's stupid decorative rocks outside and since i was running i went flying across the stones and mud. i got the newspapers and gave them to my dad and he looked up at me and i just started crying so he went from being a moody bastard to the loving dad again and gave me a massive hug and helped me clean myself up, by that time i had past caring so i didnt bother getting changed i just stayed in my muddy clothes and watched my dad get more and more annoyed with trying to lift my fish tank, did i mention it was a 64Litre fish tank? obviously it was empty but it still had a bit of water at the bottom which kept on sloshing around and went all over my dads arms which got him more annoyed, and since it was after 7 he was severely pissed off so i just stood in the hallway and hugged my mum cause i felt sorry for myself, 15 minutes later we were all packed up and i said my goodbyes and jumped into the van and off we went.
Whilst driving to Aberdeen my dad was flooring the van, so i had images of my fish lying dead all over the back of the van by the time we got to Edinburgh. When we got to Aberdeen the traffic was mental! it was unusual cause it wasnt even rush hour yet, turned out the bridge to get out of Aberdeen was closed so we had to find another way out. After an hour and a half we made it out.
It was around 12 or 1 oclock when we made it to Edinburgh and once i signed the lease and read all the paperwork we set off again to the flat.
I think we made a good impression on the locals when we rolled up in our van, mainly because my dad had forgot he was driving a big van so when he pulled up he scraped the car behind and its bumper fell off, so that was the 3rd thing to go wrong, and this was when all the locals were standing outside the pub having a fag so they saw it all! i just grabbed my keys and went up to my flat to check it out.
4th thing to go wrong was that there were no parking spaces outside the flat so we had to park down the road and carry the stuff along and then up 3 flights of stairs, first thing to carry was the fish so i carried the travelling tank and my dad carried the big one, and just as he bent down to pick up the tank his jeans split, now since we were so tired all we could do was laugh!
Carrying all the boxes up the stairs was a mission, i was drenched in sweat and my arms and legs were starting to turn into jelly but we eventually got everything up to the flat and we both collapsed onto the sofa, and there we sat like zombies until we fell asleep.
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