Saturday before last almost all of my belongings were wedged into a 5'x10' concrete room.
I had help from my incredible family and my awesome friend Chris, and it took all day but we did it.
And then I slowly started getting the rest of my things moved out, cleaning bit by bit.
Scrubbing away dust and dirt and memories, throwing out bottles of soda purchased solely as mixers.
Watching what had become my home become an empty shell of a house again.
Moving is hard enough. I've said before I don't do well with change.
Well, a midst the chaos and stress of moving, my trusty little Grey Lady of a car was running REALLY rough.
Took her in for a checkup, and she died on the table. Quite literally. Never again to be revived (not unless i had 3500 extra dollars lying around.)
My car got me through college at Weber. Got me to and from a million classes, rehearsals, auditions, dinner shifts, parties, bars, wedding receptions, good decisions and bad ones, lunch dates and coffee breaks.
And this weekend all it took was one signature to sign her away and that was that.
Im purchasing another used car from some family friends, and it all will be fine.
It's a 92 Lexus, older than my two younger siblings, and worth more than The Grey Lady was even before she moved on. And I'm paying less than I paid for my old car to begin with.
Though I did take out a small loan to facilitate it.
Hopefully the Lexus will be mine by wednesday or thursday. Sooner rather than later.
Because, in my car-less state, I've needed to continue camping at my mother's house so that I have mobility to and from work.
I'm grateful for her hospitality. And that we've been able to get everything done that we've needed to.
But I'm ready to be done moving.
I'm tired of camping and living in limbo.
It gets to a point where even concrete things feel out of place.
Working
and Friendships
and Lifestyles....
its exhausting.