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I’m sitting on my bed and my room
is empty; all my belongings are in the car. It looks very vacant and dull now
with everything gone.
I love packing though; it’s a
weird hobby of mine. There’s something so satisfying about having everything I
own in one place, ready to go. I only brought the best stuff too, so all the
mediocre, neglected belongings are sitting under my bed.
Work was interesting.
I got there 10 minutes late and I
was walking across the parking lot towards Barnes & Noble in the
direction of work as Don, my boss, was crossing the parking lot in the
perpendicular direction. He stopped when I waved and waited for me. I worried
that he would be angry that I was late, but I should have known better. He just
said, "Your check is where the checks always are." He told me what
everyone has been saying, "Good luck in college! Learn a lot!" Then
he gave me a hug and I told him that working there was really great.
It was really. I mean, what kind of
boss has an employee competition with first and second place where first place
wins a trip to San Diego and second place gets $30 and two movie passes to
Harkins Theater with a gift card for popcorn? The best part is, one girl got
1st place and all the rest of us got second place He’s really nice though and
he never denies any one time off unless absolutly no one is available. Don and
Larry (the other manager) will even work all day for no pay just so someone can
have a vacation. Don sold his really nice sports car to keep the business
running because he doesn’t want us all to lose our jobs.
Tonight was my last night though at
the spam joint.
Ezequial and I talked about whether medical marijuana is a good idea in Arizona
or not. It goes on the ballots on November 2nd, prop 203.
When I left, Ezequial said,
"Goodbye Marisssaaaa!!!" all dramatically. "I'm going to miss
you!! Dont leave!!!" I just laughed.
"Well, just have fun and get a
new boy and a new job. You need it."
Psh! "Ya I need a job, not a
He very much insisted that I need a
I had no CD's in the car because
they were all packed, so I had to listen to the dumb radio. U2 was on 96.7,
some gay hip hoppers were on 102.9....nothing real good. It’s sort of
ridiculous how attached I am to Cleo, my car. I guess because I've driven home
a million times down hwy69 blasting music with the windows down singing (or
listening) my life away. Often times I was melancholic; I get like that, alone
at night with beautiful music. Hanging the car keys on the key holder was
really difficult. I didn’t want to leave them. I love driving and I love
driving that car.
Tonight the moon was a cold golden
orb. It was twice the size it normally is and was spreading its yellow light
across the sky, above the mountains. I took the long way home to follow the
light but the road ended and turned right, so I was driving parallel alongside
the eerie sky. Last night was a full moon, white and stark, tonight was huge
yellow and dull. I almost ran off the road from looking at the sky too much...
At home the house was a mess as
usual. I cleaned my room and put all my stuff sort of neatly in the living
room. Karolina packed it all into the car and I ended up having to condense my
belongings some more, leaving some books behind.
Now we're sitting here, waiting
waiting waiting. That’s how trips always are for us. We’re all ready but we're
always waiting on someone.
The trip will be terrible, all six
of us crammed into two rows with hardly any leg room, rolling down the
interstate for 8 long hours. At least its night, so we won’t be sweating out
Leaving is weird. I’m making a big
deal out of this, but it sort of is a big deal. I mean I’ve lived over half my
life in this house and all my memorable years in this town. This place kind of
made me, in a way. There’s so much here, good and bad and boring and wonderful.
I like it though, leaving to a
different place without my former baggage. This town is the definition of
baggage and I'm tired of it.
Mom and Dad had a meeting with
timothy's teachers at tri-city prep H.S. today and apparently Mr. Pasterino
(rowing coach) and Mr. Burgess (English teacher) asked about me. All the
teachers thought it was cool that I’m going out of state and that I would be
with Karolina again. Of course they asked "Will they be rooming
together?" HELL NO. I don’t get that question; I roomed with her for about
16 years, no more no thank you. I love her but you know how it is with sisters
Mr. Pasterino said that he's really
glad that I'm getting out and he thinks I need that. I don’t know really what
he means but it’s weird how Mr. Pasterino knows all the rowers so well. He's an
observer, I think, and he listens to all our conversations on the long rides to
regattas. For how smelly and annoying he started out as, he actually ended up
being one of my favorites at Tri-City. Now Mr. Burgess, I was just honored that
he asked about me. His literature class were the best.