Pact
Posted on June 19, 2009
Filed Under May I Interject?, Texas, Thought |
I need to write more than this.
Moving is sort of an excuse; Moving through the states of Texas, Arkansas, Tennessee, Kentucky, Ohio, West Virginia, and Pennsylvania is definitely some sort of excuse.
I’ve had my share of Waffle Houses, hush puppies, Twizzlers, and bagels. I think that was all I ate for three days while I stared at the back of the Budget truck my dad drove. My only activity was screwing around with my FM transmitter that doesn’t work anymore because I slammed it in the car door.
It was nice to hear the phrase that I had expected to hear: “The longest part of the drive is just gettin’ out of Texas.” People love saying that.
I got to Pittsburgh Sunday afternoon. It took about three hours for us to carry all of my junk up the stairs to my apartment.
We stayed at a hotel. The next morning my dad left, and my mom and I went by IKEA–the most annoying store in existence. Plus there were small children there.
My next adventure included me driving the 16′ Budget truck an hour through Pittsburgh to the drop-off point. I almost died x+y amount of times. I had horrid anxiety for a few hours after. Luckily I found a vegan ice cream shop and ate chocolate chip cookie dough ice cream.
Since then I have been unpacking and etcetera. The weather is tolerable. My thoughts are tolerable. I like living alone. I like everything in walking distance. I don’t like finding parking on the street. I don’t like wine not being available at grocery stores. I love open windows and window units. But, god, I hate that damn GPS thing my dad lent me. Recalculating…
It’s not that I don’t miss anything. It’s that it hasn’t completely sunk in. And I realize that all of the reasons why I love Austin, i.e. the people there, have started to not be reasons anymore–Either they have left, are going to leave, or want to leave.
It’s off to the land of insignificant birthdays and one-bedroom apartments–where no one will hear your excuses.
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Good luck, girl!
Damn that ‘recalculating…’