75% Moved In...or out...

So things are good.
I moved in this weekend (storm be damned). There were only a few hassles, rain on my mattress, and electronics but so far everything feels/works none for the worse. Roomies are okay, hardly here. One roomie is only 19 and loud as heck when she clumps up the stairs yapping to her girlfriends. Other than that things have been pretty quiet.
Got a new boss at work. We all gathered together to hear him introduce himself this morning and he totally screwed up. He directed all his comments to the attorneys and said nothing about or to the support staff who was there. Severe gaff. Every one I talked to after hearing him was pissed.
I for one am a little worried. In his own words 'this could bode ill'.
Other than that things are good. Oops, check that, my cousin who inherited the house I was kicked out of called me today and made some unnecessary demands. All of a sudden she cares about the furniture that was in the house when I moved in 14 years ago. A dining room table and some sort of credenza. They're still there, although the table is a bit beaten up. I wouldn't care because it makes two more things I don't have to worry about getting rid of but still...14 years?! I could have gotten rid of them ten years ago, then what would she have said?
Anyway, she also asked if I could leave some of my furniture there to help stage the place for resale.
Mom was right she doesn't give a crap about me, all she sees is green.
Wow, blood don't mean a thing. Plus since she's studying law she has that annoying smarter than everybody else affectation to her voice. Like nobody else knows what's really going on.
I'm seriously tempted to take the low road and leave the house a total wreck.
Then again it kinda already was.
Fuck it, I'll get my stuff out and move the hell on with my life. I repeat, I'll get MY stuff out. All the other crap that people stored in the basement to rot can stay there. All I owe her is my absence.
Okay, okay I'll vacuum but that's it.
I'm such a sucker.