
I'm back from my very brief trip to Tennessee. It was a jam-packed weekend, and frankly, I'm exhausted. Here's the run-down:
Thursday after work, I attended Lia Sophia jewelry party at my friend (from WDPRO) Kibby's house here in Orlando.
Friday morning, my friend Kate (from Starbucks) drove me to the Orlando Airport, where I caught a flight to Knoxville.
Friday afternoon, B picked me up in Knoxville, we rented a 10' Budget rental truck, I drove it to La Follette, and we (with the help of our neighbor Paul Jr.), packed up the rest of my stuff into it.
Friday evening, B and I had a really nice visit before I left for my friend Jamie's apartment. She and I had dinner at Calhoun's on the River. I had one beer, which was enough to get me loopy enough to fall asleep rather quickly that night.
Saturday morning, I drove the rental truck/stuff to my old Starbucks in Knoxville, where I visited with friends until Jamie picked me up at noon to go get my tattoo. Don't worry, Jamie documented the whole thing beautifully. That will be another, separate post.
After the tattoo Saturday afternoon, I took off from Starbucks and headed south in the truck.
Saturday night, it was too dark out to navigate in the honking big (for me) truck, so I stopped at a Holiday Inn (with a Starbucks in the parking lot!) and slept for 6 hours.
Sunday morning, I woke at 6:00, drove straight to my apartment, arrived at 11:20am, met my friend Julie's brother Rob who helped me get the heavy stuff off the truck.
I took a break to cool off Sunday afternoon, during which time, my electricity (hence, the elevator) went out. So, I took a nap, woke up at 6:30pm, checked that the electricity was back on, offloaded the rest of my stuff, and exhausted, went to bed.
Of course, none of this does anything to describe my emotional state. It was a wonderful and a wonderfully difficult trip. I miss my old life more than I thought I would. I still believe that I made a good move making the changes I made, but that doesn't mean I don't have moments when it hurts to think about the life and people I left behind.
Not to mention this truck I rented! I know it was tiny compared to a lot of vehicles I could have driven, but I was nervous the entire time I was on the road. It wobbled if I over steered. I quickly learned that smooth and gentle was the way to go. And that if I just drove steadily and kept to that right-hand lane, everything else on the road would go around me. But boy am I glad that's over.
I am in the midst of unpacking and washing dishes and figuring out how to fit all of this in my small one-bedroom apartment. I've lived small before, so I can get creative with storage. For now, it feels good to have everything in one place again. I can nest and settle and get down to the business of learning Orlando.
And the cats are happy!
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