So I have this ongoing "joke" about me being a gypsy. I make comments all the time about never being home, always having an extra set of clothes, permanently affixing a clothes rack in my car, etc...
Well, this has now become reality. I am now going on 1 month of not having a car. (Well, I have a car. It's just sitting at the service department of the Mazda dealership waiting to be fixed but I refuse to pay to fix it since I didn't damage it.) Anyways, I have really become a gypsy. (Or a nomad, migrant, whatever you want to call it...) You see, I have to have someone take me to and from work every day, and anywhere else I need to go.
Every. Single. Day.
In saying this, Beau typically drives me to and from work Monday and Tuesday. Then my mom takes me Wednesday and Thursday, which means I have to stay with her Tuesday and Wednesday nights. And Beau usually carts me everywhere on Friday, Saturday & Sunday...which means I have to stay with him all weekend. I don't have a problem staying with him, or my mom for that matter, but the problem is that I am never at my own place these days. I work hard to pay my rent and my bills to only use them about 50% of the time. But what else can I do?
I am so thankful for both my mom and Beau taking me to and from everywhere...literally...and for them letting me borrow their cars when I need to go somewhere but I HATE being dependent on someone else. I have never been the type to depend on someone else 24/7 so this has been an adjustment...to say the least.
I have two sets of everything I use on a daily basis (leave in conditioner, razor, perfume, deodorant, etc...you name it). One set stays at my apartment (just in case I might be home) and the other set stays packed, because I never know where I am going to end up. Luckily, I wear a solid black suit to work every day so I don't ever have to worry about lugging around 8 different outfits for the chance that I might want to wear one. I simply pick out a different color shirt and jewelry and am on my merry way. I also wear the same pair of black heals everyday, which makes life a little easier. Now the weekends are a totally different story. I literally live out of a bag. On a good note, it's kind of like going on a mini-vacation every weekend. I pack my bag on Friday afternoon, head to Beau's house, and don't come home until Sunday night! (Ok, I made that sound ALOT better than what it really is...)
My point here is that I hate not being home. I know I sound like "poor, poor pitiful me" but this whole "not having a vehicle" thing is really starting to take its toll on me.
Fortunately, this time next year I will be happily married and will have a place to call "home"! I am SO happy to say that. I have moved 9 times since 2004, thanks to college and sorority life, and I am looking forward to being "Home, Sweet, Home"!
As for the next 352 days, I will remain "gypsy girl"...
Packing my bags,