Plans have changed about 16 zillion times in the last week or so. And I'm having trouble keeping up with myself.
Monday, Gramma bought me a plane ticket to CT. We'd come to the conclusion that me putting my stuff in storage here and flying up, and then coming back for my shit when I get the chance is the best option for now. So we booked a flight for the same day/flight as Crystal and Joe, so that we could all arrive in CT at the some time on December 17th.
Then I went to Crystal's for the evening. And it turned into two days. I didn't come home till Wednesday night. But I'm ok with that. I got to spend two days with my sister, and a day puppysitting their absolutely adorable corgi/beagle mix Precious while Crystal and Joe were at work and school. And then Ashley and Alan came over to see me that night.
Thursday, I just kinda kicked back and relaxed. I slept in, and I bummed around the house, watching TV and playing on the computer, waiting for Chris to come get me for Kelsie's 21st birthday party. As I was getting ready for the party, I stepped outside to see the temperature and noticed a paper stuck to my door. I noticed it was from the landlord, and threw it onto my bed. I knew it wasn't gonna be good news, and I didn't wanna ruin the party. I figured, why should I ruin the evening? I'd just have a good time, and then deal with whatever happened to be in the letter. Anyway...Kelsie's party was a great time. :-)
I was right not to look at the letter before the party. It basically said that the corporate people who run my apartment complex decided they cannot be lenient with me regarding rent anymore, and I have to either come up with $900 by the 21st, or get out. And since I'm not so good at the whole "pulling money out of my ass" thing...there's only one option left.
So...as of Friday...I'll be putting my stuff in storage on the 21st, living with Crystal and Joe from then till the 26th when I go to Union, staying in Union till the 30th, when I'll come back to Crystal and Joe's until the 4th, when I'll leave for CT for good.
It's all too weird. It's freaking me out. And I'm not sure how to feel.
Half of me is thrilled to be going home...to be seeing my family and "old" friends. To be back where I grew up, and where I'll be able to get back on my feet. Where I'll be home.
And the other half of me is utterly devastated. Because I don't want to leave yet. I don't want to leave my new friends. My sister. I don't want to be out of Florida. Out of this new environment that has become my home. I don't want to leave. Especially not two weeks sooner than I was supposed to.
I'm trying to be thankful for the small details about this. Like the fact that me staying with Crystal will mean that I'll be closer to all my other friends, so maybe I can see them a little more before I go. And the fact that I'll get to spend all that time with Crystal. And that I'll get to see my grandmother for 5 days, and then I'll get to see my parents and brothers again for the first time since March.
This is not how I pictured my life going, even two months ago. It's weird and it's not what I thought would ever happen. Not in a million years.
But...I'm trying to make the best of it.
We'll see how that goes...
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