After a long semester of planning and anticipating what would be an amazing break from school and great fall and winter, I arrived home to fine that thing would not go the way I had planned. (like they ever do.) I had been communicating with my old job at the hotel for a while, and they had confirmed that they would be hiring me back again. I had spoken with a good friend who let me know that I would be able to live with him also. Plans were going well. I would have a great job, and an amazing roommate. My break couldn't get any better.
When I pulled into Spokane everything started to unravel and fall apart. My job filled my position and would not be hiring me back, and the place I thought I would be moving into became occupied and I was booted to the curb. I was unemployed and was sleeping on my parents couch. Within a week I was living in an old RV in my parents backyard still unemployed. It had the distinct feeling that I was living in a van down by the river. I was on the opposite end of the spectrum when it came to the plans that I had while still in school, and so I felt like a complete failure, and knew that my break from school couldn't get any worse.
Over the course of a month I lived in my new home. A real fixer-upper. I slowly became attached to her, and I named her Leslie. I began to refer to her as my girlfriend since we spent so much time together. I spent the month cleaning her and updating and fixing her inside and out. But as the days passed it began to get cold, and the space began to feel smaller and smaller. I was feeling as though the relationship was having an negative effect on my life.
But things never stay the same, and change came. I am now living in my new apartment. I am also working full time and doing everything that I planned on doing, just in a different way is all. I guess that's the lesson. Things work out, just not always in the planned way. Leslie and I are still friends, but we are not seeing each other anymore. Its a sad thing really... that the girl that I am writing about is an old RV and not a real girl. I guess that's how pathetic I am. Oh well. If I were not so pathetic I would not have met Leslie. Perhaps I'll blog about a real girl someday?
Over the course of a month I lived in my new home. A real fixer-upper. I slowly became attached to her, and I named her Leslie. I began to refer to her as my girlfriend since we spent so much time together. I spent the month cleaning her and updating and fixing her inside and out. But as the days passed it began to get cold, and the space began to feel smaller and smaller. I was feeling as though the relationship was having an negative effect on my life.
But things never stay the same, and change came. I am now living in my new apartment. I am also working full time and doing everything that I planned on doing, just in a different way is all. I guess that's the lesson. Things work out, just not always in the planned way. Leslie and I are still friends, but we are not seeing each other anymore. Its a sad thing really... that the girl that I am writing about is an old RV and not a real girl. I guess that's how pathetic I am. Oh well. If I were not so pathetic I would not have met Leslie. Perhaps I'll blog about a real girl someday?
1 comment:
Oh my gosh Chac, I had no idea you were living in a van down by the river. I guess it beats your parents couch. I'm sorry to hear that you and leslie broke up. And you could write about a real girl anytime, if you wanted to!
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