Time for an update:
Ty is absolutely wonderful and I'm so grateful that he's letting me stay with him. It's been a week since I landed on his doorstep with a crate of teabags, a dismantled bed frame and about 9 thousand boxes of books, and I couldn't ask for someone more hospitable and welcoming and lovely.
That said, it's been a pretty rough week. I've been working which has been a blessing, but the five buses a day to get to and from Costa Mesa are wearing me out a little. It takes me about two hours to get back to Laguna Hills every day. But as I said, it's a blessing to have a job and I think I only have another week left, which is more than manageable.
A side note about work: a Mexican woman came to my register the other day and asked me if I was from England. She then proceeded to tell me all about the time she lived in Canterbury for six months and how they gave her a recipe for plum pudding that is to die for. She informed me that she would bring me a plum pudding for Christmas if I was still working there. What a phenomenon of a woman.
AND a guy came in and needed to pay with a credit card. I asked for his ID and his last name was - no shit - my last name. I have never in my life met someone with my weird-ass last name who I wasn't related to. He wasn't quite as excited as I was. What a tool. He must be related to my family after all.
The night before we all moved out Pat, Nathan and I went to The Helm for one last farewell salute to the Yacht Club. Which is now immortalized in pen on one of the walls:
So, the move itself was pretty tough. I wasn't able to get my stuff completely out until 11pm, after spending a couple of hours in the apartment sitting on a box by myself, by which time I was exhausted and stressed and out of it. Tommy and Tito arrived at Yacht Club like some kind of magical wrecking crew and managed to get all of my stuff onto Tito's truck. It took three trips but there's no way in hell I could have done it without them. They are amazing. My brother comes through for me every single time. All my brothers do.
The next morning I took the train up to LA to look at a sublet (I'll get to that whole thing in part two of the post). Then on Monday I had my first 8-hour shift at work, which continued through the rest of the week.
This whole process of leaving Irvine and trying to work out where to go and how to get there has been pretty draining. It's been hard, and I'm tired and overwhelmed, and mainly I just feel very lonely. The homesickness keeps kicking in but I'm dealing with it, and the paperwork stuff is still in the back of my mind. I'm having a hard time.
-K
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