And so life continues. The status quo is returning. After having been home almost a week, a rhythm of steady working has begun. My alarm goes off at 5 or so, I'm at work by 6- done there around 11:30- go grab some lunch- take a nap in my car, and resume work at 3 until like 10pm. Full days, but interesting. Both places I've been put in a position of management. Both places I have to get back into shape, so I'm training a lot of people. But, it's good. I had my first evening off yesterday, and basically slept/watched some tv the whole afternoon away. There was just no ambition, plus it's been cold and rainy.
Haven't really started to make any money yet- but that will change, I'm excited. Should be awesome.
Tuesday, March 31, 2015
Monday, March 23, 2015
Goodbyes, heartache, and the end of this adventure
I started saying my goodbyes 2 weeks before my departure. Mostly because my sister and her friend from college would be spending my final week down here with me, and my time would be limited. But even still, some people I would not be able to say goodbye to. Those people aren't the people that are out of town- but the people that were the closest to me during my stay here and that hurts my soul. I don't like the end of things.
Trying to tie up loose ends. I was supposed to finalize with the lawyer tomorrow for my bankruptcy, but that's been put off. Going to have to have $1400 for him before he files, so- that throws a monkey wrench into that.
The dream guy gave me a glass medallion the day we met, but last night it fell off the counter and shattered- it felt appropriate- since I haven't heard from him since the phone call despite texts from me.
I've been trying to sell my bed, someone said they wanted it, but then they didn't follow through. So I still have a bed I'm trying to get rid of by tomorrow.
And then bills went through that weren't supposed to go through yet, so there's less money than anticipated and I still have to get north to start working to earn money so I don't get late on any other bills.
Basically it's just a lot all at the same time. Waiting a week to leave has been excruciating.
It's time to go!!!! Tomorrow.
Trying to tie up loose ends. I was supposed to finalize with the lawyer tomorrow for my bankruptcy, but that's been put off. Going to have to have $1400 for him before he files, so- that throws a monkey wrench into that.
The dream guy gave me a glass medallion the day we met, but last night it fell off the counter and shattered- it felt appropriate- since I haven't heard from him since the phone call despite texts from me.
I've been trying to sell my bed, someone said they wanted it, but then they didn't follow through. So I still have a bed I'm trying to get rid of by tomorrow.
And then bills went through that weren't supposed to go through yet, so there's less money than anticipated and I still have to get north to start working to earn money so I don't get late on any other bills.
Basically it's just a lot all at the same time. Waiting a week to leave has been excruciating.
It's time to go!!!! Tomorrow.
Monday, March 16, 2015
in which the dream saga continues
To continue the saga of the dream man...
I met him. I went down there halfway hoping that he'd be short and married. That way it could just be a weird coincidence, and not be what it was.... a really really weird coincidence. He is in fact, my height, single, cute, and intelligent. So much fun to talk to. I literally spent hours talking to him.
After a long hug goodbye, I went home that evening, wondering what had just happened- where was it going to lead... and there was still lots of just being flabbergasted by the whole situation.
He was planning on being in Ft Lauderdale to do another show the 21st, which was exciting. I'd get to see him right before I moved away- and hopefully figure out if there was more to this than just the random magic of first meetings.
We became friends on facebook and instagram. I sent him a message saying hi. There was a little bit of chatter back and forth, but mostly I got the withdraw feeling from him. Then a week before his arrival here in Ft Lauderdale I sent him a message- telling him I was looking forward to seeing him, to which he responded that he had had to postpone the show due to his grandmas 90th birthday party.
I was just confused at that point. Why. I have had these magical connections with people- the train guy, this guy- and others, but they go nowhere so why have the magic? These stories that make up my life sound like unrealistic fiction. One that if you read it in a book you would scoff at.
And then at 4:30 in the morning I get a phone call from him. It was only 1:30 his time, and he wasn't expecting me to answer, I don't think. hahah. But, my alarm goes off at 5 every day so by 4:30 I'm barely asleep. I look at my phone and stare at it in disbelief for a moment before answering.
He called to tell me he was sorry he was missing me as far as the times go- calling to tell me that there was a connection- and that I'm awesome, and beautiful, and inspiring, and ... you know all the things girls like to hear.
So he's going to be back here 2 days after I was supposed to leave. Maybe I'll postpone leaving, we'll see.
I met him. I went down there halfway hoping that he'd be short and married. That way it could just be a weird coincidence, and not be what it was.... a really really weird coincidence. He is in fact, my height, single, cute, and intelligent. So much fun to talk to. I literally spent hours talking to him.
After a long hug goodbye, I went home that evening, wondering what had just happened- where was it going to lead... and there was still lots of just being flabbergasted by the whole situation.
He was planning on being in Ft Lauderdale to do another show the 21st, which was exciting. I'd get to see him right before I moved away- and hopefully figure out if there was more to this than just the random magic of first meetings.
We became friends on facebook and instagram. I sent him a message saying hi. There was a little bit of chatter back and forth, but mostly I got the withdraw feeling from him. Then a week before his arrival here in Ft Lauderdale I sent him a message- telling him I was looking forward to seeing him, to which he responded that he had had to postpone the show due to his grandmas 90th birthday party.
I was just confused at that point. Why. I have had these magical connections with people- the train guy, this guy- and others, but they go nowhere so why have the magic? These stories that make up my life sound like unrealistic fiction. One that if you read it in a book you would scoff at.
And then at 4:30 in the morning I get a phone call from him. It was only 1:30 his time, and he wasn't expecting me to answer, I don't think. hahah. But, my alarm goes off at 5 every day so by 4:30 I'm barely asleep. I look at my phone and stare at it in disbelief for a moment before answering.
He called to tell me he was sorry he was missing me as far as the times go- calling to tell me that there was a connection- and that I'm awesome, and beautiful, and inspiring, and ... you know all the things girls like to hear.
So he's going to be back here 2 days after I was supposed to leave. Maybe I'll postpone leaving, we'll see.
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