The First 30 Hours
Welp, here I am. Saturday's 446-mile (717.8 km for you metric readers) drive from my family's home near Portland, Oregon, to Boise, Idaho, was rather uneventful and thankfully smooth. My trusty vehicle, Penguin, didn't do all that much complaining about the sudden voyage. My faith in that piece of metal is yet again reaffirmed. I took one or two photos from the road (Including one of snow in the mountains) which I'm not totally setup to post to the journal yet. Maybe in a day or two. For those who care, I did float through La Grande and stopped in for a look around. It looks about the same as it did when we went to college there: Same vacant-looking 20-somethings wandering around, same businesses, same Mount Emily. It was kind of bizarre to be back there though... So many memories... I didn't stop any longer than I had to. The road called me back.
Pretty much the moment I got here to Jacalyn's place in Boise, she took off for an evening with her ex, RJ. It didn't really bug me as much as I had thought it would, possibly because the first Narnia movie was on TV. Even though I don't like the film, it was strangely comforting to have something familiar keep me company while I sat alone in a strange room in an empty house in a strange city. I've been making her spare bedroom my new temporary home and it's going nicely. This room is like the kind of room I wish I had when I was real little- It's got three closets, two windows on two different walls, enough space for three desks and a rail for sliding doors or curtains to split the room in two. I can see myself being quite comfortable here.
Sunday, we pretty much loafed around. Did some shopping, had a nice breakfast, helped out her dad with a ride while his car is in the shop and promptly fell asleep on her couches while Hot Fuzz played. Really, it seems like it's been a long day but we really accomplished nothing to our own great satisfaction. Although, I'm still living with the initial emotions of being anxious and apprehensive about this whole experiment. I won't deny there's a strong desire to just run back home where it's safe and easy and all my friends are there and everything is just the way I like it. I keep telling myself I've got a long life ahead of me and the discomfort of deciding to leave Portland is only temporary.
However, some hurt seems destined to last forever. The continuing epic breakup happening between my sister, Val, and Franko, seems to keep getting worse and worse. I fear my sister is knocking on alcoholism's door. According to Franko, Val blew up at him when he brought home liquor for her. Franko has made the unpleasant observation that Val is only happy when she's tipsy, so he's become her enabler. When Val saw all the booze he bought her, she reacted violently, claiming he only bought drinks so she could give in and suicidally drown herself in alcohol. With that, she ran out of the house and took the car, hitting Franko (Who was trying to stop her) as she sped off into the night screaming obscenities at him. That's a densely populated neighborhood. Must have been quite the show.
It's been insane, people. I'm pretty sure my sister has lost it. Franko is the victim here, but I'm afraid he's going to make things worse shortly. He's preparing to file bankruptcy and literally walk away from the home, leaving Val to deal with all their mutual stuff as well as foreclosure proceedings. I'm one-hundred percent sure she'll have none of that, and will also vanish, leaving the house to rot. If that happens, I predict our parents will have to pick up the pieces and clean out the house themselves in order to appease the bank as well as reclaim as much capitol as they can. Should that happen, I'd probably drop my Boise job hunt and race home- I wouldn't dare leave my folks to be forced to clean up after my sister's miserable failed love life all by themselves. Where's the respect? If Val and Franko can't own up to their adult responsibilities only to end up taking it out on my mother and father, I don't think forgiveness will be a concept I entertain in the slightest. Both of them will have shown their true colors. This has officially become the most vindictive and painfully sad breakup I've ever witnessed. If only they could see themselves. Ten years from now, I wonder what we'll all say about this.
Pretty much the moment I got here to Jacalyn's place in Boise, she took off for an evening with her ex, RJ. It didn't really bug me as much as I had thought it would, possibly because the first Narnia movie was on TV. Even though I don't like the film, it was strangely comforting to have something familiar keep me company while I sat alone in a strange room in an empty house in a strange city. I've been making her spare bedroom my new temporary home and it's going nicely. This room is like the kind of room I wish I had when I was real little- It's got three closets, two windows on two different walls, enough space for three desks and a rail for sliding doors or curtains to split the room in two. I can see myself being quite comfortable here.
Sunday, we pretty much loafed around. Did some shopping, had a nice breakfast, helped out her dad with a ride while his car is in the shop and promptly fell asleep on her couches while Hot Fuzz played. Really, it seems like it's been a long day but we really accomplished nothing to our own great satisfaction. Although, I'm still living with the initial emotions of being anxious and apprehensive about this whole experiment. I won't deny there's a strong desire to just run back home where it's safe and easy and all my friends are there and everything is just the way I like it. I keep telling myself I've got a long life ahead of me and the discomfort of deciding to leave Portland is only temporary.
However, some hurt seems destined to last forever. The continuing epic breakup happening between my sister, Val, and Franko, seems to keep getting worse and worse. I fear my sister is knocking on alcoholism's door. According to Franko, Val blew up at him when he brought home liquor for her. Franko has made the unpleasant observation that Val is only happy when she's tipsy, so he's become her enabler. When Val saw all the booze he bought her, she reacted violently, claiming he only bought drinks so she could give in and suicidally drown herself in alcohol. With that, she ran out of the house and took the car, hitting Franko (Who was trying to stop her) as she sped off into the night screaming obscenities at him. That's a densely populated neighborhood. Must have been quite the show.
It's been insane, people. I'm pretty sure my sister has lost it. Franko is the victim here, but I'm afraid he's going to make things worse shortly. He's preparing to file bankruptcy and literally walk away from the home, leaving Val to deal with all their mutual stuff as well as foreclosure proceedings. I'm one-hundred percent sure she'll have none of that, and will also vanish, leaving the house to rot. If that happens, I predict our parents will have to pick up the pieces and clean out the house themselves in order to appease the bank as well as reclaim as much capitol as they can. Should that happen, I'd probably drop my Boise job hunt and race home- I wouldn't dare leave my folks to be forced to clean up after my sister's miserable failed love life all by themselves. Where's the respect? If Val and Franko can't own up to their adult responsibilities only to end up taking it out on my mother and father, I don't think forgiveness will be a concept I entertain in the slightest. Both of them will have shown their true colors. This has officially become the most vindictive and painfully sad breakup I've ever witnessed. If only they could see themselves. Ten years from now, I wonder what we'll all say about this.