Little Did I Know

My life has absolutely been a whirlwind since April. I can't even begin to describe how I'm feeling or how much of a complete transformation I have made since my last post. Let me try to explain what has happened in as few words as possible.

Shortly after getting the van, everything began to go wrong on it. The brakes, the battery, the starter, the transmission. While this was going on, my mom and I were fighting, as always. I don't remember exactly what started it or why, but I packed everything into my van and left after one of our big fights. Aly 2.0. In the world, alone. No longer a dependant. No job, no money. Scary, isn't it? It gets better.

The van didn't make it all the way to my sister's house. We did get it towed there, however, and my sister and her husband were gracious enough to let me stay with them. I took their car to pick up a few more of my things from my mom's house. I left only furniture. I've been back one more time since then, briefly. My uncle offered to let me stay with him when my sister couldn't let me crash on her couch anymore, and there I was. In Austin. Still no job, no money, no van.

He took me out job hunting and what did I do? Got a teaching position. That's right. I'm a teacher. I teach two's. Now, back up a little bit - my uncle was in the Big Brother, Big Sister program about twenty years ago, and his "little brother" is a redneck, ex-marine, alcoholic in his mid-twenties. I lived with this man for a little over a month. It was very much a last resort, but I had nowhere else to go and nothing to lose. My van eventually made it to Austin. So did my furniture.

After the roommate started threatening me - and lying about it - I booked it out of there and moved in with a roommate and her husband. I was comfortable. I had a home. For the first time in months, I had a home. For about a week. Their landlord found out and I was given three days' notice to get out. Oh, life.

Where am I now? Well, I'm between again. Saving up for an apartment on my own and living with another co-worker in the ghetto. And, yes, it is the ghetto. There are hookers on the street in front of our door and no one seems to speak decent English. But.

I AM ALIVE.

I am alive, and more than that, I'm living. I am a teacher, I have four pets (I bought two hermit crabs yesterday on a whim, 'cause that's how I roll), and I am going to be okay.

Life can throw anything it wants at me but the bottom line is I am going to be okay.

I guess I decided to go ahead and start blogging again, maybe, if I can keep up with it now. My laptop's broken and my phone isn't the best for typing. Oh yeah, I have an iPhone 4 (and two hermit crabs but no place to live. PRIORITIES!) so I guess a lot has changed since the last time I posted. I guess a lot... has changed.


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