So last nite I wound up sending a text that said "you may be sleeping in a Ford or sleeping in a king sized bed". The reason for that is that I was sleeping in a Ford. I was 3/4 of the way from Richland WA to St George UT when I decided it was best I eat, drink, and be weary. Today I am in St George wondering how many times I have to put myself thru this. Its the same story the crow told me. Its the only one he knows. Tired of my job, or more so my boss and her useless cronies, and no hope of transferring in the company I ...wait, I feel a Dylan line coming on, its from an alternate version of Tangled Up In Blue..."put it all down and split". I have a couple tentatives. One job and one place to live. I need the place to live first to make it easy to transition into a new job. Its like throwing all of the pieces of a puzzle into the air and expecting it to hit the floor as one.
So tonight I sit in a motel room. thirty one bucks for a place that is three times better, no five, than my old apt. If you put this in a big city it is a two hundred dollar suite. Stainless fridge and mic, granite counter and matching bar height table, seven foot leather couch , contrasted by an antique style armoire, night stand and I think they call it a sleigh style queen sized bed (but just the head board). Plus cold cold air. There is also a pretty nice desk. I may inquire as to a monthly rate. After all I have no bed, couch....
So up until now I haven't told anyone in my family. Not that they would worry but just that I was/am worried. Twenty five years ago, or even five years ago for that matter, such a move was no big deal. I was so much older then I'm younger than that now.
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