It all started when my car broke down for good (crappy, crappy car). I still owed money on it. I’d racked up a mountain of credit card debt fixing it. My dad offered to set it on fire in a field for me. That wouldn’t really have helped but it was sweet.
So then I got tons more hours/duties at the dealership where I worked (I was already was doing a lot). This cut into my ability to do anything but work for a few months (work, sleep, forget to eat, repeat) but did enable me to buy a new one. It is a little phone-box-blue two door with a hatchback Yaris that I love. I call it the Yardis (or the tiny blue bubble of love). It’s bigger on the inside and it travels in both space and time (only forwards in time I am afraid). It’s wonderful on gas and can fit easily in my purse when I can’t find a parking space.
Right after that I got an offer to move to Philly with some friends and start a new life. Which I took with very little consideration; a move that is not like me at all. I basically just said ‘yes’ when my friend K said “So we are moving to Philly because J got a new job there, want to come? “
I quit the dealership job, packed up my tiny (if bigger on the inside) Yaris and moved to Philadelphia (where it is actually not always sunny). We rented an adorable 100 year old row house with lots of quirky details and features. My favorite: a claw foot tub. Or maybe the stained glass window, or the huge built in pantry or wait, the stairs that go up a landing then back down into another room.
Next I cut off my waist length mousy brown hair to a short bob and died it Rose Tyler blonde as a symbolic gesture towards becoming a new me. Also it was really hot in Philly this summer. Blondes do have more fun as it turns out.
I was in a completely new and unfamiliar place for really the first time in my life. I had no job, a new car, and new roommates (we all get along fabulously, btw). I was far away from my support network and everything I had ever known (and was no closer to my SO who is still in school in Texas).
I started applying to places like mad online and posting my resume anywhere I could think. I was calling dealerships figuring with my experience I’d be sure to find something. Just as I was about to run out of savings I got a call for an interview.
I got that job (logistics something or other—the position was newly created and I still don’t have a title) and had to spend the last week of summer/first week of fall training in Daytona Beach (a real tragedy, let me tell you).
I spent every night on the beach and ate too much sushi. But by far the best part was that I got to meet up with an old friend who had moved to Orlando years ago. It was so wonderful to see him again and to find that we have the kind of friendship that can pick up wherever we left off no matter how much time had passed. I couldn’t believe how casual and easy it was, how much we still clicked even though our lives had gone it very different directions. Also he works for Disney and we spent the whole weekend I was there in the parks. I can’t remember the last time I had so much fun.
Then it was back to Philly where I’ve been settling into living in a city (a really city, not like the suburbs of Buffalo where I’d spent my life so far) and a new job which I love (mostly). I don’t have to deal with customers, phones or cocky car salesmen.
I’ve learned all about the wonders of Wawa and Tasty Cakes. I’ve also learned to read all parking signs very carefully (a story for another day).
Philly is amazing. We will never run out of things to do or places to see. The nightlife is killer even if the blue laws are weird. My roommates and I are having a blast.
It feels like no time at all has passed since last April and now, it’s been just one major life change after another for me. There were also traffic tickets (plural), my father being injured at work and the passing of my much beloved cat (I miss you Sadie).
In conclusion I kept waiting for RL to settle into something normal again before coming back to the fandom/people I loved here but then I realized that my life is just so different now and this is normal for me now and if I still wanted to be a part of the relationships and communities I’d found here I’d better just make the time. So here I am making time. Chapter of a fic to follow. (If I can think of a title that is)
So when last I posted I was going to start paying more attention to LJ and writing again. Then RL exploded in whole new and interesting ways.