one week
It's been one week since we first moved in, and todya was definately a test of my independence.
Let me begin by saying, yesterday, our last day of freedom from work or school, was supposed to be a chill day. We tidied up the house, Andrew did laundry, i figured out all my public transportation stuff, and yada yada. Well, we decided we were going to go to Ross and Target over in Daly City because Andrew wanted to get some stuff. So we go, i'm jamming to Everything In Transit, and just driving. When we get to the last turn before the shopping complex, we here POP! like really loud like something exploded, I started to drive to turn the corner, and my side of the car starts deflating and I feel my car riding my rims. Luckily we were turning into the shopping complex, and I was able to find a parking spot. So I panic call my dad, because I realized a week ago that I lost my AAA card, and didn't bother to order a new one because, well I wouldn't need it here. Anyways after panicking, my dad trying to figure out what to do, I call my mom and tell her, she gets kinda mad but she said she would give me the AAA card number. Well while I was frantically making phone calls, I told Andrew to tear apart my car, because I KNEW! i had my old AAA card in her. As I was on the phone with my mom, and most of my car is on his lap, he throws my melee cd on my lap, and in between the jacket and the case I see the old AAA card!. So I called, after trying to figure out where to go drop my car off because we were far from our apartment, and it was Sunday at 5pm and no car places would be open, so we decide on Costco, because i have my moms old Costco card. The tow truck guy took forever, and couldn't call us because he lost his phone, we take my car to costco, right as they are closing. So I leave my car there, and Thank Thank God we got a super nice tow truck driver who agreed to drive us home, because i'm a Plus AAA member. So we get home yada yada.
Today, I wake up go to school, of course last night I couldn't sleep because i'm stressing out about how I had to take the bus by myself be in the city by myself, and take the train to a different city by myself and try to figure out my whole tire situation. Bus to school wasn't too bad, everybody just minds their own business. School took forever, but it was chill. So 5 pm comes and I have to take the "Bart" to South San Francisco, which is like 20 minutes away on the train. So the train station is swarming with people, and I try to follow the directions I looked up the night before, and I still got confused. I asked some guy, but he didn't really help. So I got on the train that I thought I was supposed to go to, btw my face was burning up, and I was having anxiety. The train goes, stop after stop, the stop I think i'm supposed to get off at doesn't have a name, and I get to the end of the railway for the train, so I panic, and I just stay on the train because I figure, hey i'll just go back to where I started and try this again tomorrow. But I finally figured out that the stop I THOUGHT I was supposed to get off at WAS. So I get off, have to put more money on my little BART pass because I rode on the train for too long. It was cold, and sprinkling, and fogging, but again Thank God, Costco was right next to the BART station. The line for the tire place was so long, I was flustered and my Dad was calling me, and when I finally talked to the guy he showed me what tires I needed, so I called my Dad. I'm like freaking out because I realize that i'm scared i can't get my tires because that wasn't my Costco card. My mom called me, she was actually nice about the situation and gave me the number to her new card. I go back inside to talk to the guy, and he is super super nice and understanding to me, and let me use the number. So I forked over the cash, and called my parents, saying how it was all good, the guy was really really nice to me. I went back into the tire buying area to wait, and time passes, the rest of the customers leave, and it's just me and the counter guy that was helping me before, and he starts talking to me, and i'm finally calmed down at this point. He kept asking me all these questions, where from so cal i was from, if i've been able to explore, if i like bars and clubs. And we just start talking for a while, i thought he was cute so I didnt' have a problem with it. He ended up giving me his number, because he wants to be my tour guide, and show me all the places. So that was a nice cherry on tip of my ice cream. I was really flattered haha. Finally my car is done, when Costco is closing and everybody is leaving, and the guy tries to pull it out of the garage, it won't start. yup the battery is dead. I was freezing my ass off waiting for them to figure it out. And of course they call the guy who just gave me his number to get his car to jump my car haha. it was awkward but, it was a good ending to my long stressful day.
Man longest day of my life, for real.
Besides the moment at Costco when I almost broke down, I'm proud that I stayed as calm as I did. Besides me almost buring down the oven, and stopping at a red light and going, I'm safe to say that everythings going up hill from here on.
I didn't mean to write as much as I did, but I figure since i'm too far away to tell everybody this story you can read it here if you wanna know how i'm doing.
:)
Let me begin by saying, yesterday, our last day of freedom from work or school, was supposed to be a chill day. We tidied up the house, Andrew did laundry, i figured out all my public transportation stuff, and yada yada. Well, we decided we were going to go to Ross and Target over in Daly City because Andrew wanted to get some stuff. So we go, i'm jamming to Everything In Transit, and just driving. When we get to the last turn before the shopping complex, we here POP! like really loud like something exploded, I started to drive to turn the corner, and my side of the car starts deflating and I feel my car riding my rims. Luckily we were turning into the shopping complex, and I was able to find a parking spot. So I panic call my dad, because I realized a week ago that I lost my AAA card, and didn't bother to order a new one because, well I wouldn't need it here. Anyways after panicking, my dad trying to figure out what to do, I call my mom and tell her, she gets kinda mad but she said she would give me the AAA card number. Well while I was frantically making phone calls, I told Andrew to tear apart my car, because I KNEW! i had my old AAA card in her. As I was on the phone with my mom, and most of my car is on his lap, he throws my melee cd on my lap, and in between the jacket and the case I see the old AAA card!. So I called, after trying to figure out where to go drop my car off because we were far from our apartment, and it was Sunday at 5pm and no car places would be open, so we decide on Costco, because i have my moms old Costco card. The tow truck guy took forever, and couldn't call us because he lost his phone, we take my car to costco, right as they are closing. So I leave my car there, and Thank Thank God we got a super nice tow truck driver who agreed to drive us home, because i'm a Plus AAA member. So we get home yada yada.
Today, I wake up go to school, of course last night I couldn't sleep because i'm stressing out about how I had to take the bus by myself be in the city by myself, and take the train to a different city by myself and try to figure out my whole tire situation. Bus to school wasn't too bad, everybody just minds their own business. School took forever, but it was chill. So 5 pm comes and I have to take the "Bart" to South San Francisco, which is like 20 minutes away on the train. So the train station is swarming with people, and I try to follow the directions I looked up the night before, and I still got confused. I asked some guy, but he didn't really help. So I got on the train that I thought I was supposed to go to, btw my face was burning up, and I was having anxiety. The train goes, stop after stop, the stop I think i'm supposed to get off at doesn't have a name, and I get to the end of the railway for the train, so I panic, and I just stay on the train because I figure, hey i'll just go back to where I started and try this again tomorrow. But I finally figured out that the stop I THOUGHT I was supposed to get off at WAS. So I get off, have to put more money on my little BART pass because I rode on the train for too long. It was cold, and sprinkling, and fogging, but again Thank God, Costco was right next to the BART station. The line for the tire place was so long, I was flustered and my Dad was calling me, and when I finally talked to the guy he showed me what tires I needed, so I called my Dad. I'm like freaking out because I realize that i'm scared i can't get my tires because that wasn't my Costco card. My mom called me, she was actually nice about the situation and gave me the number to her new card. I go back inside to talk to the guy, and he is super super nice and understanding to me, and let me use the number. So I forked over the cash, and called my parents, saying how it was all good, the guy was really really nice to me. I went back into the tire buying area to wait, and time passes, the rest of the customers leave, and it's just me and the counter guy that was helping me before, and he starts talking to me, and i'm finally calmed down at this point. He kept asking me all these questions, where from so cal i was from, if i've been able to explore, if i like bars and clubs. And we just start talking for a while, i thought he was cute so I didnt' have a problem with it. He ended up giving me his number, because he wants to be my tour guide, and show me all the places. So that was a nice cherry on tip of my ice cream. I was really flattered haha. Finally my car is done, when Costco is closing and everybody is leaving, and the guy tries to pull it out of the garage, it won't start. yup the battery is dead. I was freezing my ass off waiting for them to figure it out. And of course they call the guy who just gave me his number to get his car to jump my car haha. it was awkward but, it was a good ending to my long stressful day.
Man longest day of my life, for real.
Besides the moment at Costco when I almost broke down, I'm proud that I stayed as calm as I did. Besides me almost buring down the oven, and stopping at a red light and going, I'm safe to say that everythings going up hill from here on.
I didn't mean to write as much as I did, but I figure since i'm too far away to tell everybody this story you can read it here if you wanna know how i'm doing.
:)