Saying "I should post more"
It's a thing going around. I should post more.
I got a car, then learned how to drive it. Monday night I drove it while significantly visually impaired due to a migraine. Also there's sheet ice on the street I live on. (Don't freak out Mom, I'm fine and I was super careful about everything.) But I can drive! I'm still bumpy between first and second gear, and I don't always do everything right, but it's more like driving a car and less like a white-knuckled concentration-or-death situation every time I get behind the wheel.
This car feels like the first Nice Thing I've ever owned. I mean, you know me, I don't have nice things. My clothes and shoes are beat up--if I bought them first-hand, it was years ago. My computer's okay, but it's old at this point. My furniture tends to come from garage sales or friends. I don't do "nice." But this car... it's pretty. I'm terrified I might hit something, not so much because I might get injured, as because I will never be able to buy myself another car this nice. (So yeah, don't worry Mom, I'm being extra careful.) And it's manual and I am getting better at driving it every time and-- I love my car. That's really weird. I don't usually fall this hard for things that are Too Nice For Me and will just get wrecked eventually by my habitual carelessness. Considering that the car was one of two Christmas presents I got (I'm sort of paying for it, kind of, but my parents fronted the money and made up the difference between what I could pay and what it cost), still a good haul. I can't explain how well this car suits me. I feel cool when I drive it. I feel all happy inside thinking about it and it helps me understand why other people love their cars so much. (It's a 2003 Civic. Shut up, that counts as a Nice Thing in my world.)
Today I had to work, but I didn't have a migraine. Every day is a good day when you don't have a migraine. Even days when the giant pile of boxes appears while there's only two of you and a line of ten people. I did succeed an intimidation check for the first time in, like, ever, though. I growled at a couple of teenagers, "No roughhousing in the cafe!" and they quieted down immediately. I'll bet I sounded pretty scary, at that point. Dehydration deepens my voice a bit.
I still feel like I've been on vacation for this whole year. I've gotten a lot done, and I've been as happy as I think I've ever been, but I'm starting to get a little stir-crazy and homesick. Time to take my life off hold, go home to Madison and Lex, to a place where I have friends I can call when I'm suddenly blind at the gym in the middle of the night and have to get myself, my boyfriend, and my car home somehow. And to the place where people know they can call me if they're stuck somewhere in the middle of the night. (Y'all know I do that, right? I'm not usually very busy or stressed-out, so it's cool to call me for help.)
Speaking of which, remind me to find out about parking.
I got a car, then learned how to drive it. Monday night I drove it while significantly visually impaired due to a migraine. Also there's sheet ice on the street I live on. (Don't freak out Mom, I'm fine and I was super careful about everything.) But I can drive! I'm still bumpy between first and second gear, and I don't always do everything right, but it's more like driving a car and less like a white-knuckled concentration-or-death situation every time I get behind the wheel.
This car feels like the first Nice Thing I've ever owned. I mean, you know me, I don't have nice things. My clothes and shoes are beat up--if I bought them first-hand, it was years ago. My computer's okay, but it's old at this point. My furniture tends to come from garage sales or friends. I don't do "nice." But this car... it's pretty. I'm terrified I might hit something, not so much because I might get injured, as because I will never be able to buy myself another car this nice. (So yeah, don't worry Mom, I'm being extra careful.) And it's manual and I am getting better at driving it every time and-- I love my car. That's really weird. I don't usually fall this hard for things that are Too Nice For Me and will just get wrecked eventually by my habitual carelessness. Considering that the car was one of two Christmas presents I got (I'm sort of paying for it, kind of, but my parents fronted the money and made up the difference between what I could pay and what it cost), still a good haul. I can't explain how well this car suits me. I feel cool when I drive it. I feel all happy inside thinking about it and it helps me understand why other people love their cars so much. (It's a 2003 Civic. Shut up, that counts as a Nice Thing in my world.)
Today I had to work, but I didn't have a migraine. Every day is a good day when you don't have a migraine. Even days when the giant pile of boxes appears while there's only two of you and a line of ten people. I did succeed an intimidation check for the first time in, like, ever, though. I growled at a couple of teenagers, "No roughhousing in the cafe!" and they quieted down immediately. I'll bet I sounded pretty scary, at that point. Dehydration deepens my voice a bit.
I still feel like I've been on vacation for this whole year. I've gotten a lot done, and I've been as happy as I think I've ever been, but I'm starting to get a little stir-crazy and homesick. Time to take my life off hold, go home to Madison and Lex, to a place where I have friends I can call when I'm suddenly blind at the gym in the middle of the night and have to get myself, my boyfriend, and my car home somehow. And to the place where people know they can call me if they're stuck somewhere in the middle of the night. (Y'all know I do that, right? I'm not usually very busy or stressed-out, so it's cool to call me for help.)
Speaking of which, remind me to find out about parking.