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Trip From Hell

I am finally settled in enough to make a post.

The road trip to MI from CO was probably one of the strangest automobile experiences I have ever taken. 1300 miles of driving with a cat on a leash. She did remarkably well, all things considered. I drugged her for 2 days in a row, and it seemed as though the drugs bothered her more than just being in the car. At one point, she curled up in my left arm to sleep for an hour or so, and I honestly thought she was going to die. That feeling coupled with the feelings I had over leaving in the first place had me in tears for the first 900 miles.

I stopped in Iowa to stay with my mother for a night, and resumed the drive the next morning. Approximately 55 miles from my destination, my U-Haul trailer snapped off the back of my vehicle. Sparks and, according to my mother, flames were shooting off the tongue of the trailer as is drug the ground. Miraculously, I was able to pull over 2 lanes and slow to a halt without the trailer smashing into the back of my car. After about 6 cigarettes and a panic attack, a tow truck showed up and hauled the trailer to my new house. That was the fastest $200 I ever spent, even compared to Vegas.

I picked my new home sight-unseen. Fairly brave, or stupid - depending on your opinion, but it suits my needs for now and is actually a fairly nice place. The new job is going well - slow, but sure. Today, however, is probably only the third time I have seen the sun in the month I have been here. It has been mostly cloudy and fucking cold. Oh, yeah, it's snowed for, like, the past week, too. Where I came from, if it snowed, it was cool. If the snow stayed, it was a miracle. Here, it's more like: When the hell is it going to STOP snowing???

$400 and a brand-new snow blower later, the snow hasn't accumulated enough in one crystaline dumping to warrant using the blower. Great....my back is not relishing any more shoveling...and we are supposed to get up to 6 more inches tonight.

Yeah, well, this is my bed, and now I have to lay in it. Lay in it alone, too. That's the part that sucks the most. What I mean by that is that I haven't met too many people and don't really know anyone outside of work or a couple of my mother's friends. I know all this shit will take time, I'm not completely irrational. It's just getting through that time that makes it hard.

So, no whining in this post. I am sure there will me more time to whine later. I am going back to CO over the holidays. I have already been asked what song I want to play again. This time I chose "Sex Type Thing." Hell yeah.