Friday, February 25, 2011

I´ll miss the sound of the train in my dreams.

I haven´t written anything in a while.  ...I think.  I´ve been so busy gthat I haven´t even kept track of anything.  As I´ve been taking inventory of things I own and things to be done, I realized that there were some things on my mind that needed to be expelled...or at least expressed.

The biggest thing that has happened to me lately...is the event that has rendered me car-less.  I brought my vehicle to the mechanic early one morning this week.  ...it was so early that the coldness clung to me.  When I arrived at the mechanic, I set myself to reading...and was later summoned by the mechanic to come take a look at my car.  ...there were tire bits that had melted off and stuck together to form a peak in one of the wheel wells...the wheel that belonged there was down to the metal stripping (or whatever it´s called.  I was unaware of its existence in wheels to begin with).  ...and that was just one wheel.

The mechanic was very nice in his dealings with me.  He gently told me that they would not let me drive the car because it was not safe.  I then told him that I had planned on not bringing it to California with me anyway, since I wasn´t sure it could make it...and the mood in the whole room lightened.  ...I´m fairly certain that the mechanic and his comrades thought I would start screaming or crying, since I´m a woman.  ...but I just smiled and told him it was okay.

My roommate graciously took time out of his schedule to sell my car for me.  I didn´t have to do anything.  I am very thankful for his existence sometimes...and by sometimes I mean all of the time.  I will miss my car, though. ...RIP Coche.

Also, my roommate taught me how to drive a manual last night.  In the rain.  ...I was terrible, but we didn´t die.  I´m thanking him again at this point...but for all of his patience at this point.  ...and I didn´t break his car.  ...that would be a nightmare.  I´m smarter than that.

Tomorrow  I´m getting my tattoo finished...It feel weird to have something that is starting to resemble a sleeve...And I´m really excited that I´ve had the opportunity to be worked on by such a great tattoo artist.  He has such a light touch and such an understanding of my ramblings and vague descriptions of the creatures I want on my body.

Tomorrow we are also having a going away party.  I feel like this brings a sense of closure and renewal and all of the things planned for tomorrow are aimed at keeping a solid look forward, or at least in the right direction.  i am beginning to get very nervous about going, but I feel like moving always brings this anxiety.  I think that my strength lies in knowing that everything will ultimately be fine, that everything has been planned well and at the end of the day, as long as I have a bed to sleep in or a blanket to lie under I´ll be fine.

I´m really glad to have had the opportunity to live so many places in my life.  I´m thankful that I´ve gotten to meet some extraordinary people and do some interesting things.  There have definitely been changes to my person over these six months in Cincinnati (mostly to my palette and my left arm, and the change of going from driver to pedestrian).  I´m really incredibly excited for the things that California will bring (hopefully a really smart, tall boy with tattoos and good taste in music).  And who knows...maybe I´ll paint some things and send them back to you, reader.