New state, new life?
It's been a really long time since I last wrote a blog and even longer since I wrote in my LJ. I've decided to resurrect it. If someone wants to read it, great. If not, this is a good exercise to get me writing again. It's been so long.
Yesterday I jumped into the Chromebook family. Hubby got a bonus from work and we got new laptops as part of that bonus. We found a really good deal on them. My laptop has had issues for a while. It's very slow and doesn't want to do much. I suspect it had viruses but I haven't been able to get anyone to look at it. So, here we are.
6 weeks ago today, I arrived in Las Vegas. I'll start there for now. Maybe I'll write about all the preceding events but for now...I'll start 6 weeks ago early this morning...
I had been packing and moving for days and weeks. I was exhausted. I was supposed to leave on Saturday, then Sunday, then Monday. It was now Tuesday around 1am. I had taken another load down to the U-haul truck. I sat in the main room of my studio apartment and started to cry. It felt like I would never get finished. After every load down the stairs, it seemed like I was never going to get finished. I called Terry and talked to him about it. He said it seemed like Utah wasn't willing to let me go and that is exactly what it felt like. After crying, I looked around and decided what was the most important to leave with. I then took a nap. I was leaving my loveseat behind for a friend so it was still in the apartment. I took a nap and kitty slept with me, curled behind my knees. When I awoke, I packed what I thought I needed to take. I took everything down to the truck, dropped the apartment keys at the rental office and got on the road around 3am.
Leaving in the middle of night seemed crazy but I really felt I just needed to get on the road otherwise I might have just decided to stay. I felt so bad leaving without cleaning and leaving articles behind but I just had to leave. I left a message for my previous boss and property manager apologizing for my hasty leaving and drove away. Kitty safely in the front seat with me, buckled into a carrier, and the car on a trailer behind the truck.
The drive was arduous. It took 12-13 hours to drive what usually takes me 6-8 hours. I had to stop several times to sleep and to focus. It's extra exhausting driving a truck, with a trailer, that far when you're not used to it. Once I was on the road I knew I had to keep driving south and that I couldn't stop or look back until I arrived.
Kitty did well on the trip but it freaked her out. In the beginning, I let her out of her carrier every time I stopped for any reason. But every time she climbed under the driver's seat and the last time I let her out, she didn't want to get out from under the seat so I realized she was having anxiety. After that stop I left her in her carrier and covered her with a blanket for the rest of the journey.
When we arrived in Las Vegas and "home" I just wanted to crawl into a bed and sleep forever. But the truck needed to be unloaded. It took Terry and I a couple more hours to unload and stack everything well in the garage. Terry's mom made dinner and then I could pass out. I never wanted to wake again.