In bullet form, because not only am I a sporadic blog poster, but a fairly uncreative writer as well.

– The day after my last post, I was informed that I needed to leave my apartment within the next two days before the new tenants arrived.  So I hurridly packed all of my belongings into my unreliable car and promptly drove and hour and a half away to attend a concert a friend and I bought tickets for months ago.  Thank god I had tailgating and good music that night to distract me from the utter mess of my life.

– I should mention that I had to drive my car up to the entrance of a very fancy-shmancy hotel that my friend and her brother were staying at and valet my old, unreliable car that was filled to the brim with all of my wordly possessions.  Short of having a mattress roped the roof, I looked like something straight out of the Beverly Hillbillies.  The valet looked at me for a moment with a mixed expression of curiosity, amusement and horror and asked me – twice- if I was staying at the hotel.  I gave him my friend’s room number and told him I was just keeping his day interesting.

– The day after the concert was an extreme low point in my life.  I found myself driving back “home” without having an actual home.  I spent hours at a bookstore trying to collect myself and figure out a plan before arriving at a friend’s apartment who had graciously invited me to stay with her.  Although I am incredibly thankful to have such great friends, I felt nothing short of a failure driving up to her apartment.

– I spent the following few days at two different friends house’s, on the verge of mental collapse from the stress of finding myself actually homeless and having little luck finding a new place.

– Also, for four days I parked my car at the furthest edge of my work parking lot, terrified that someone would see my car and question me about the TV in the passenger seat and the boxes that filled the backseat to the roof.  I’m new there, and while I’d love for them to think they should pay me more, I don’t want them to think that I am a complete mess at life.

– That weekend I drove to my mom’s house and emptied my car of everything except my clothes and bathroom stuff.  Then I  spent my 22nd birthday moving my younger sister into her freshman college dorm, at my rival school.

– Luckily, one of my best friends attends rival school, and so we all went out that night and introduced my sister to her college bar scene.  Oh, and downed LOTS of drinks/shots, thankyoubirthdaytiara.

– Although I definitely could have used that weekend trying to find myself a new place to live here, I had promised my sister months ago that I would help her move in.  I remember all too well moving myself into my freshman dorm, and it was not an experience I wanted her to have.  Getting a chance to talk one-on-one with my mom in the several hour car drive back w

– After another week of crashing on a friend’s couch (friend is getting a serious thank-you gift basket and a lifetime IOU from me), I have FINALLY found a new residence.  Barring any unforseen disaster, will be moving in tomorrow.  It’s a room in a townhouse close to campus.  The roommate situation is slightly awkward (hi, older woman and PhD student I’ve never met)  but it’s clean and in a safe area, and most importantly, is ready to move in immediately!

– In addition to moving, I’m also starting class tomorrow morning, as well as meeting with a professor to discuss classes I took last fall.

– It has been a stressful past few weeks to say the least, but I’m finally starting to feel like I’m getting back on track.  The next few months are going to be busy, and likely emotional, as I figure out how I strayed so far from my former perfectionist self, and how I get myself back into success mode.  I can’t say I’m looking forward to it, but I’m ready for the challenge.