Warning: There’s not really anything in this post. Just a life update. That’s all.
As like 5 of you know (if that), just over a year ago I quit my job in HV/AC, sold everything I had in 3 days, moved into my car and started traveling the US. Some may have called it a sub-psychotic break, but I disagree.
It was 100% a complete psychotic break.
In the past year, I’ve been everywhere, as I’m sure you can imagine: trips from the Carolina’s to the beaches on the West Coast; from the beaches in Florida to the Niagara Falls and everywhere in between. I actually made four total cross country trips. Cray, right? I’ve slept in hotel parking lots, Walmart parking lots, sketchy rest stops where I typically slept with a knife, and I’ve even slept in the woods, which was by far my favorite. Thanks to the few good people left in this world, I also did some couch surfing. And thanks to a couple of dating apps, I’ve made connections…well, all over the US! A good majority of the past year was spent in either Southern California where the weather is always perfect for living in your car or in TN (home) hiking The Great Smoky Mountains. There’s nowhere like East TN during the fall, and if you haven’t yet been, then fear not, for it isn’t too late. Get over there before all the leaves are gone, hurry!
This whole year has been quite an experience to say the least. A lot of highs, a lot of low lows; a lot of good times, and a lot of struggles that put me in a pretty bad place–but I wouldn’t go back and change a thing for the world. I’ll talk about this more in another post.
During my last trip in CA, my mom started being all weird as she started trying to subtly tell me something. You know that thing moms do when they throw you hints because they’re afraid of being too straightforward? SMH. Long story short, I had to guess that they were moving back to Texas. I was caught off guard because my parents had promised everyone no more moving. Yet here they were. Already talking to realtors. Already doing showings. Honestly though, everyone was pretty excited. My youngest brother and niece aren’t too fond of CA, and neither is my aunt because she pays $1,700 for a shitty one bedroom and they just bumped it up to $1,800. Gas is literally twice as much as TX. Dumb.
Anyway, I was pretty pumped about the move too. I could afford TX. For the first time since I moved out at 18, I’d be able to live in the same state as everyone. So I packed up and drove back to TN, telling my mom I’d think about it. Over the next few weeks, I did just that. Thought. A lot. Before long, the idea of a new apartment began to entice me. I could almost hear it whispering come hither. Then I awoke one 30-degree morning and, while cocooned in my sleeping bag, decided I’d do it.
I’d move back to fucking Texas!
So after taking a piss by a tree, I wiped the ice off my windows, blasted my heat, and hit the road. I spent the night in Dallas and stopped by the apartments I used to live at to say Hi and ask for a reference. Then I hopped back on the interstate and continued south for four more hours to Austin, passing Waco on the way where I waved to Chip and Joanna Gaines. Not sure if they saw me or not.
I’d never been to Austin. What would it be like? Would I even like it? Could I actually make this happen or was I destined to sleep in the back of my SUV for another year? That thought filled me with doom. I was sick of living in my car. I wanted walls, running water, and a place to write, DAMMIT!
For a week, I slept in hotel parking lots while looking for a job, occasionally sneaking into the hotels during the mornings for the breakfast buffet. Good shit. After securing income, I spent two days doing literally nothing but touring apartments until I found It. Yes, It. The One. The last on my list. I’d almost given up hope. I fell in love as soon as I heard it whisper come hither. So come hither I did.
The next day I filled out an application, paid the stupid fees, then threw down that deposit like it was a football and I’d just scored the winning touchdown baby! Two days later, I moved into my new apartment 🙂
Since then, I’ve been cherishing every sliver of a second in my new home. Everything I’d spent the last year away from. The AC, the running water, the refrigerator, the stove, the washer and dryer, and especially the shower. God bless the fucking shower. It’s been amazing. I don’t have any furniture though. Like, literally nothing. All I have is what I’ve had in my car for the past year, which is basically just a camper stove, a portable battery and some clothes. So I’m still sleeping on the same bed I made for the back of my Jeep. My studio is nice but it kind of looks like a crack house at this point. So no visitors yet, which sucks because the girl in the leasing office is cute.
Anyway, that’s life for me right now. Pretty happy with it. We’ll see how long it lasts 🙂