Holy crap! A LOT has happened since my last post. Now before
I get started on my adventures within the past year-ish or so, just want to
forwarn you- I’ve moved to Washington state!
Now, lets tell the story leading up to what has caused us to
do so.
In my last post, we were still living with our first set of
roommates. It wasn’t exactly the greatest of times to be honest. Having five
adults shoved into a tiny two bedroom apartment was horrifying. Everyone
stepped on each other’s toes all the time, and life was generally miserable. We
were told we wouldn’t really have to pay for stuff, but when one lost his job,
suddenly we were expected way too much of, and especially since I was in school
full time.
Skip to October of 2011, we had gotten another apartment
with two new roommates. Life seemed to be looking up. Even though we had no
jobs, we were still paying what we could from commissions. Obviously, it wasn’t
enough. At first things were perfectly fine, but after the first two months,
things seemed to be going down hill until we all reached a point where we never
socialized with each other at all. We survived like that for a few more months
before we all decided it would probably be best for us all if we parted ways.
That left our last option- moving to Washington. The trip up
here actually wasn’t too bad. I had honestly expected it to go much worse, from
past experiences with going to Louisiana and stuff. But we had fixed up the car
as much as possible, shoved as much stuff as we could in the car and moved on.
We couldn’t afford a uhaul, so we had to downsize all of our possessions by a
lot.
It was a very hard process to be honest. Packing things up,
my mind was being a jerk and telling me that I was moving too far away, too far
from my comfort zone. I had lived in New Mexico all my life and I honestly didn’t
want to leave my home. My mind rationalized that my boyfriend had moved around
most of his life, so he couldn’t possibly know how I felt.
But that wasn’t true. While yes, he did move a lot, he also
gave up everything he had with his family back in his home in Louisiana to be
with me. I was being selfish and I had once told myself that I wanted to have a
new start with him, in a place that neither of us knew very well.
So here we are in beautiful Washington state, living in the
shadow of possibly one of the most dangerous volcanoes in the world. A huge
mountain I keep calling Mt. Hyjal for some absurd reason (Mt. Hyjal is a
mountain in World of Warcraft). But no, it’s name is Mt. Rainier.
The drive here was relatively uneventful, we had maybe a
total of four hours sleep each in our need to get here as fast as a 26 hour
long drive would allow us. The only place we really ran into trouble was in the
mountainous region of Oregon we passed through. We literally went to the TOP of
the dang mountain, where roads didn’t exist. Instead, slabs of ice replaced
what would have been nice and safe asphalt. Utah was also a pain to drive
through, since we ended up driving straight through the Salt Lake area at rush
hour time. When we got here, I tried my hardest to be unimpressed, but I failed
horrendously.
For the first month, it was nothing but rain. The sun had
ceased to exist, and it honestly made my mind overcast and gloomy as well. I
missed my sunlight. But then I realized the good qualities of it being
overcast. My eyes are sensitive to light, very much so, so having clouds as
natural sunglasses was a plus.
We’ve been here for about two months now, and while I still
miss New Mexico, I love it here as well. The town we live in is relatively
small, but also in the country side. I love living in the country and hate big
cities. The drivers here are jerks though, but I can’t technically drive
anyway. After we got here in March, I realized my license had expired in
January >_> Thank god we weren’t pulled over.
I forgot to mention the fact that I had a death grip on
James’s car almost the entire time I was awake and in the passenger’s seat. I
have an extreme fear of heights, and it transfers to even looking up high
things like mountains. And huge wind turbines… So whenever I would look up
through the mountains we were passing through, I would be immediately seized in
nothing but sheer panic. It’s stupid and irrational, and I wish it would go
away.
But the two months we’ve been here have been fabulous. While
I’m honestly irate at being shoved in a one bedroom apartment with 4 people, I don’t
really mind it too much. The people we have now as our roommates are more than
just friends. They’re like family to me. As one said “I realized that having
roommates is like a never ending sleep-over”. And she couldn’t be more right. We
have more fun than I’ve ever had with any other roommates. We all dork out with
each other, and it’s just an overall happy place to be. I’m also trying to
better myself with James as well. I’m generally and angry and frustrating
person, but I’m trying to let it go and just be happy with life and the way
things are. I’m also trying to let go of my slight xenophobia.
And now here we are, going on two pages of text in my word
document. Anyone who reads this, I want to thank you for sticking with it xP
May add some pictures later, if I remember.
