Moving to Salt Lake City
Monday 7th: Pack up my car (CHUCK FULL OF CRAP I REALLY
DON’T NEED). Right before I leave Cache Valley my car decides to have a full on
childish tantrum and the check engine light turns on. 5 hours and a good chunk
of cash towards the car to be fixed later, I finally get to SLC. Get all my
stuff moved into my room up three flights of stairs. Panting and sweating and I
was already crying cause I’m realizing I’m adulting and missing home. WIMP.
Envisions Edna Mode
from Incredibles slapping me.
“Pull yourself
together, you are Elastagirl!”
Continues unloading
stuff. Had just stopped crying. Open my nightstand drawer to find a bag of
chocolate kisses from mom. Start crying all over.
Tuesday 8th: Put work location into GPS (mentally laughs
cause y’all know I’m going to need this GPS to get anywhere, even 5 miles
away).
Start new job and I’m
the newbie in the office. Feeling socially awkward and finding my place at
work. So much to learn… Thinking “What in the hell did I even learn in college??
The people at work are chill and they took me to lunch my first day, winning.
Wednesday 9th: A blur.
Thursday 10th: Work was harder, my first real experience
driving/stuck in traffic. Almost get in a crash with some crazy that won’t stay
on their side of the road. Start crying before I even get home. Call dad. Sob
some more. He laughs and tells me everything will be fine.
Friday 11th: Go to Spitz for an amzing dinner with
cousins. Someone tries to commit suicide from the building next to us.
Wide-eyed and feel sad for them the rest of the night.
Saturday 12th: Best day ever in SLC with cousins, aka the forever
friends that can’t get away even if they wanted to cause we blood. Walked in
Irish Parade with some huge dogs, ate the most delicious croissant thing from some
bakery, shop (find amazing jeans), picnic at cute park—dogs everywhere and OMG
they’re all so cute, go to Living Planet Aquarium, visit IKEA, get ice cream.
My heart is happy to see my cousins, especially little Breck and his smile. They bring him when I'm the fifth wheel and I adore it.
Sunday 13th: A Sunday well spent brings a week of
content. AMEN. Connect instantly with girl in ward on the first day and we’re
friends now. She invites me to game night and I meet more awesome people.
Calls mom and cries
that I made a new friend. Like elementary school all over.
<<<< Second week in SLC >>>>
I feel more confident
in myself. Still trying to figure out my place at work, in the city, and in
general what dang lane I need to be in on the freeway. Sigh.
What a difference a
week makes in life.
A day.
An hour.
A minute.
A second.
Time is moving all
around you whether you like it or not. It’s gonna keep on keeping on and so are
you. You take time at your own pace and figure out what you need to do.
You’re going to
figure out the best way you know how to handle time and change. You’re going to
have sucky days and happy days and that’s life.
Along the path
through time and change you find what makes you happy, feel confident, what
matters most, and who’s in your corner rooting for you.
Those are the things
you hold on to when time and change aren’t so fun. Those are the things that
get you through.
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