Well, I made it here safely. It's good to be here. Though I miss everyone terribly, I believe it was the right decision. At random moments throughout the day, different people will cross my mind for different reasons, and it makes me a little homesick. I also have a few dear friends who have major changes/trials going on in their lives. I wish I could be closer to them so that I could be more supportive, but I have every bit of faith and confidence in their strength, and I know they'll be okay.
On my way here, I stopped at the edge of Flagstaff, Arizona to get some gas. Mom called me right as I pulled up to the pump. I went into the gas station to prepay, got back into my car, and drove away. I was driving through town, just jabbering away with my mom, and my car began to sputter. I looked down at my fuel gage and the low fuel light was on, and the meter still measured empty. I thought to myself, "That's really weird, I just put gas into my car." Then I realized, I hadn't put any gas in my car. I slipped the attendant thirty dollars, and then sped away. I ended up pumping gas at another station, and then returned to the other station to explain my stupidity, and hopefully get my money refunded. It took a few minutes to figure it out, and after waiting for the manager's approval, I was on my way.
It gets better though. After I made it to Mesa and was settled, my mom sent me to the grocery store to get a loaf of french bread to go with dinner. I went into the store, paid for the bread, got out to my car and realized that I didn't grab the stinking bag off the counter! I was too embarrassed to go back in, especially for a measly baguette, so I drove to another grocery store a few blocks away to pick up another loaf. I definitely was having problems yesterday. Probably fatigue and stress. Ha ha!
I'm staying with my mom until I get settled with a job and have a little more money for an apartment. It's nice to have all those little perks back that so often are taken for granted. You know the ones: having a washer and dryer at your disposal, food in the fridge, homemade meals cooked, and someone who does the dishes. It's like I'm staying at the Hilton (or Kacee's)!
I'm getting ready to go to bed now, and there is a tinge of sadness emerging. I'm not used to it, and I don't like sleeping alone. I'm scared to meet new people. I'm also scared to go to the gym tomorrow. It's been too long, and my body is gross. I think the first time going back to the gym ranks just as high as public speaking on my list of things I fear. Oh, gosh! Not that high, but it's close. Plus, I think I've damaged my heart with all the pain pills I've taken recently, and the moment I get on the treadmill, my heart's just going to explode. Ha ha!
Anyways, I'm hitting the hay. I woke up early this morning, helped clean Mom's studio for eight hours, played nine games of Sequence between three mealtimes, and watched Lord of the Rings. Goodnight!
