The last I left off, I was moaning and groaning about how much stuff I had, and the whole packing saga. I ranted about Ariel and her hoarding; she made it look cool in the movie but in reality so.much.stuff. is overwhelming when it comes to packing … or sometimes even in everyday life.
Silly me! I didn’t realize Simon’s middle name was “Cat” until the vet visit. Poor guy – he desperately needed some “sedagives” for this trip.
Anyway, I jumped in my (overflowing) car about 6 days after my goal leave date. I was on my own, well, Simon-Cat was my co-pilot, I shouldn’t discount his presence. It was a harrowing experience. The whole drive was fraught with danger – no seriously, one blown out tire, and 3 others that “should’ve blown out as well”, Simon-Cat’s Houdini escape during Chicago traffic and tornado winds in Montana. Not to mention, my previous (completely unrealistic and just plain stupid) plan to make it back to WA in 4 days. Oh, let’s not forget how I don’t like to drive. The title of my blog makes more sense everyday.
Simon-Cat found very strange places to sleep at hotels and while we waited for our tires in 95+ heat, we sat in the car for over an hour with the AC on full blast. Since I had to take a few different routes, I kept resetting my destinations and here is the Little Orange Bug That Could sitting all pretty on the ferry ride to home!
I got back in 7 days.
It was also filled with multiple meltdowns by Simon-Cat and me. Hotels that got worse and worse as the days dragged on; the second to last one had hallways littered with stains. I’m certain the staff simply gave up because one particular vomit stain was merely wiped up – I avoided this landing all together. And I know my stains, living with college students for 13 years means an extensive, albeit at times unnatural, educational experience. The Motel 6 was my last stop and with this one I used a tissue to utilize the remote control. Trust me, you would’ve done the same.
My brother says I will be proud of myself one day. I will look back and feel empowered by my 2,500 mile trek across a number of states. I’m not so sure about this. The jury is still out and I’ve yet to get that warm, fuzzy feeling of accomplishment.
I’ll never recover from this. Front and back of the treacherous tire.
When I got back I was able to rest for a whole 5 seconds before attempting to finish pulling together our 20th high school reunion. This too, came with a whole bundle of chaos and my already rattled nerves were shot by the end of the 2 1/2 weeks until event time. After which, I slept for DAYS. The rest of July was spent recovering from 2 1/2 months of stress, anxiety and the non-stop questioning of “did I make the right choice for Simon-Cat and me”? You see, Simon-Cat threw up at least once everyday for about a month. It was no fun. He still is more pukey than normal and his new nemesis is the garbage truck. He is not yet sold on being a Washingtonian.
high school and bestie reunion FUN!
August rolled around and I started to realize the freedom I now had since I’m no longer part of the higher ed world. It was nuts. I made plans for a weekend in August without checking 3 different calendars! Such a luxury – seriously, I’m not exaggerating. I’ve been involved in before school starts higher ed activities since my sophomore year of college. It was/is BIZARRE. Job searching also commenced. My original plan was to head over to a bigger city nearby but after spending time with my family, I am currently looking for options here in town along with our neighboring one. I like the idea of being closer even if the one further away has a Trader Joe’s. So far, my options are slim – even in the bigger city. This is a bit of a downer.
Which takes us to the last couple of weeks. It’s quite strange to be unemployed. I’m aimlessly going through the days and have become an official insomniac. There are a ton of complications from the outside world that come with not having a job; for instance, I don’t get a regular paycheck anymore. Boo! I miss this! Nor do I have medical insurance currently and guess what? Prescriptions are spendy! I kind of feel like I’m in a bounce house with a bunch of hooligan kids who enjoy making me lose my balance and fumble onto the floor and against the sides. This has happened before so I am literally familiar with the feeling!
hopefully, it’s clear this isn’t me, I wanted to provide a visual to drive my point home!
During these last two weeks, I decided to officially become a LuLaRoe Fashion Consultant. I’m currently hanging out in the que (it takes about 4-6 weeks to become a consultant) but my mind is constantly swimming with ideas, doubts and excitement about this adventure. There are times when I can’t sleep (part of the aforementioned insomina) because I am putting outfits together in my brain utilizing this versatile clothing line along with pieces I already own. While I want to get started right now! I also realize the wait is good so I can get myself organized. I will be doing a full post on becoming a business owner and what this entails in the near future.
When I type all of this out, it seems like there has been a lot happening. And realistically, there has, but life is so up in the air that it’s hard to see where I’ve made progress and where I need to concentrate my efforts. One thing is absolute: I made the right decision to move back the great Pacific Northwest and to be with my family. I am still finding my way here, this much is true. Nevertheless, it is where I belong.
This here, is a recap of the last 3 months in a Reader’s Digest format. I know anecdotes (mostly humorous) will find their way into future posts as I seriously skimmed through a lot but this is a good start to returning to my love of writing and blogging. Happy to be back!