So I scheduled myself off 3 days this week. I went down to Florida- took care of the apartment. Avoided speaking to, or seeing Josh, though he cost me the whole first day of cleaning. But, I went to see my firefighters. As luck would have it, they were all there. Matt happened to be downstairs working out so he saw me and came to open the door. If he hadn't been, there would've been no way for me to get their attention- the new firehouse is 2 stories and their living quarters are upstairs. Ironically they had apparently been talking about me that very day. They were in awe of me just showing up out of the blue like that. What can I say, I have magical coincidental powers. I went and got icecream at my friends homemade icecream place, and then went to sit on the beach to try and refresh my soul. It was in panic mode. Not only was I stressed about the unknown of what I'd be walking into as far as the apartment goes, but I had this bankruptcy court- had no idea what to expect. One of my old co-workers saw that I was back in town and decided to booty call me. I try and laugh it off, or deliberately misunderstand- but it stresses me out. I am not that kind of girl, never have been, never will be. You have a girl you're planning on marrying. Be true.
And my unicorn was once again MIA. More on that later. Basically my soul needed the ocean. It was good to sit for awhile.
My friend whose house I was staying in, was actually out of town- but she left me keys and her dogs to care for. Unbeknownst to me, she also had another friend also staying there. That was incredibly awkward. And the dogs wouldn't stop barking at every little thing. I hardly slept both nights due to this and too many thoughts on my mistakes.
I got all of the big stuff out to the trash the next morning. I think it was somewhere around 20 trashbags- plus the kitchen table and chairs and book case and side table. Justin came over to help me grab the mattress, recliner and couch and bring those over to the dumpster. I told him to wear gloves. It was so disgusting. I almost barfed so many times. There was a pizza with a mold forest growing on top still in the oven. There was the litter box, still full of cat litter and shit- there were hair balls the cat had barfed up on all the window sills. The toilets hadn't been cleaned since I left it looked like. It was so gross. And the roaches were in full infestation mode. SO MANY BUGS. Finally the morning was over and everything was out. It was about 90* in the apartment because apparently the air conditioning was broken again. so my plan was to come back in the evening and start cleaning-
So I ran up to my old work and said hi to them, took longer than anticipated, and then CJ wanted to meet for lunch- also took longer than anticipated- then I rushed to the courthouse. Got there early, waited- it was my turn, it took 5 minutes, and then it was official.
My dad's cousin had asked to meet up after court, but she wasn't answering her phone so I went back home. 45 minutes later she calls, and wants to meet up. It takes about 40 minutes to get to her house with rush hour traffic, and then another while to go to the place we're getting dinner. Suffice to say, I didn't end up getting back until 9. Went to the apartment and cleaned for a solid two hours and only got 2 rooms done out of 5. I was exhausted, so I went back to my bed and slept for a little while. Made it back to the apartment by 5 something this morning and had the rest of it done by 7:45. Went home to shower, made it back to the apartment to do the walk thru at 8:30. Everything was good, so I went to drop off the modem and boarded my plane.
Crazy enough, found one of my regulars from the cafe at check-in. He was delighted to see me, and ended up being on the same plane as me only a couple seat away. Crazy.
Now I'm home and in my bed, absolutely and utterly exhausted. Doubles at work for the foreseeable future. Probably good so I don't have time to think. The drive to and from Richmond- 3 hours of nothing but my thoughts and the radio, was rough.
As far as that goes- the moral of the story is that I've once again made a mistake. But this one was a series of them and I don't think it's fixable.
This thing people call love is outside of my area of expertise, so I pretend I know what I'm doing and run with it. And then it blows up. Another failed experiment.
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