I'm usually pretty good about holding onto things. Even when I misplace something, I always eventually remember where I put it and it all works out... things have apparently changed.
Yesterday, the keychain with my house key on it broke while running through the rain in a parking lot. After searching every inch of where I was yesterday and only finding the stupid keychain itself minus the more important key, my best guess of the location of said key is down a drain and sadly working it's way through the pipes under the state of Florida. This was a devastating realization for me. First, anger swept over me... I never lose things, why does it have to be something so important? Then, self pity. Yes, I am putting this out there for all the world to see. I sobbed , like really really. The kind of crying that only slows because you are about to run out of air and pass out. It wasn't my proudest moment, sitting alone in a parking lot throwing my things about the car and crying.
Of course, that isn't even the worst of it. This morning when I woke up I had to swallow my pride and let the landlord know. The response was pretty much as bad as I dreaded. I literally received a text message from a grown woman that read "Oh wow." Followed by "that key is not able to be duplicated". I think she is partially peeved because I told her I would like to move out. I know I am not her favorite little lessee right now, which I suppose is understandable. So... the short version of the story is I have to pay $35 for a replacement key (which is a half of day's work, by the way) and it will take a couple of days to get.
I am locked out of my own home for at least the next two days, in a state where I am at least 1000 miles from my closest family members. I know I won't be sleeping in my car or anything, I have had some people already offer to help out and I know my roommates will accommodate as much as they can. But still, it has been one of those weeks that you kind of wish you can head back to your twin size bed in your parents' house and hide for a while. I guess being an adult means making decisions and bailing yourself out when you make the wrong ones...
It's not the end of the world by any means. I think the lesson to be learned from this WHOLE experience is to only buy top quality keychains!!!
This is the blog of someone who doesn't blog. Follow me as I do the craziest thing of my life... Randomly quit my meeting planning job and move to another state.... Without any plan at all...
Tuesday, August 9, 2011
Saturday, August 6, 2011
There's a pool in the yard!!!
Cut me some slack, I said I wasn't a blogger. So, blogging sometimes doesn't take top priority! It has been a busy past couple of weeks and haven't had much of a chance to sit down and put my thoughts on paper, so to speak.
I packed up ALL of my things (can still fit it all in one car load) and moved to a new location. 5 bedroom house with 4 roommates. Furnished, all utilities included and... There's a pool in the yard!!! In fact, I took a "pool day" yesterday.
I think when I left Illinois, I didn't realize the importance of a home base. Through the whole plan without a plan, that was never really one of my top concerns. It was finding a job, it was finding friends, it was setting up a life in Florida. I knew I needed a place to live, but I thought it was just that, a place to live.
So now, I have a home base, a place to hang my hat, but not sure I am ready to settle in yet. Location, location, location. That is the most important thing to consider when finding a place. Hmm, I have some thinking to do... Luckily, floating in a pool is the best place to think. Oh, did I mention, There's a pool in the yard!!!
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