It’s been a very long time since my last post, and a lot has happened. Around May I became really depressed and decided to run away for a while to fix things. I was in a relationship that was rapidly deteriorating and no matter how hard I tried I couldn’t fix it. July rolled around, I was still in this relationship, but I took off thinking maybe time away would help. It didn’t. The best course of action became getting over it, and in doing so found someone that makes me happier.
PA, MD, DC and a few places between FL and PA were amazing :) Pennsic, Horrorfind, MD Faire; life was pretty good. My brakes failed on the highway so I needed to replace the rotors, my struts blew, I had to replace three tires and I couldn’t find a job during the week but everything was still fantastic. Moved into a basement in North Beach, two blocks from the beach with amazing roomies. Then, ka-blewy, bye-bye easy life.
Here’s how my week has been:
Friday, I notice I have a flat tire and check my account to make sure I have the money to fix it. Someone nearly cleared out my account; I canceled my card and now am penniless.
Monday I flew back to FL for a visit, it was 11 at night, I’m curled up on the couch with my honey, Mark, and I get a phone call informing me that I should go to the hospital to see my grandmother. She’s 87, I don’t think that really needs more detail.
Tuesday I borrow Mark’s car so I can go to the bank to fill out the paper work for the investigation where they tell me it’ll be 7-10 days before I get a new card and before they can reimburse me. Yay. I’m on my way to pick Mark up, light is green, no one’s coming, I turn left, and a speedster plows into me, totaling Mark’s poor car.
Wednesday and Thursday I have to move lots of furniture and stuff all over FL (thanks to the wonderful help of Mark and JP) for my mom who is moving and taking care of my grandmother (who is getting worse). Somewhere in there, I realized that I couldn’t just take off again.
Friday, more moving and flight back. The plane lands, and I get a VM from the shuttle that my awesome MD roomies set up for me saying it’s not coming since the card was declined. Maire had texted me a few times asking if I knew where JP was, so I was a little worried (stress probably made me crazy). Then, I noticed I wasn’t wearing the ring Mark gave me. Here’s where my week caught up to me: I sat in the floor of the bathroom in the Baltimore Air Port and cried.
Honestly, this summary doesn’t even begin to express how awful things were and almost purely because I didn’t go into detail :/
However, there is an upside :)
My mom gave me an amazingly comfy queen size bed that I will soon be sharing with Mark in Pembroke Pines. At least a few hours every night were spent just being lazy with him, which really helped me unwind. We moved some shelving units into our room that’ll soon be a very spiffy entertainment center. Seems kinda’ odd that this upside is enough to keep me from being unhappy due to the recent turn of events and is best described in just a few sentences.
Oh! And I’m working on an avante garde project. It’s gonna be a multi-media show in Boca Raton on the 7th :)
There you have it, folks.