life is what happens when you're busy worrying about other things || 01.07.03 at 10:23
It's always something. Something that's smaller than I make it out to be. Who knew I had such an uncanny ability to make mountains out of molehills. $3,500 to fix my car, that's more than I paid for it almost four years ago. I'm writing it off. I shall go and clear it out later this week and then contact a junk yard to pick it up and use it for parts. No more insurance, no more car.
My first reaction was to re-start my job hunt in Boston. Richmond was a pipe dream and I'd have to call my employer, decline the job and reopen my unemployment claim.
My aunt told me I was sweating the small stuff, which funnily enough is my current bathroom companion.
I've been looking into flights to Myrtle Beach so that I can fly down and drive to Richmond with my Dad, or I can catch a ride down there with friends of my uncle who are slated to go down next week, or else my aunt's parents.
It won't be that bad, it's a temporary situation that can be fixed and down there I can find a car in no time.
I just hate having to rely on other people, let alone ask for help. It appears that it's going to be a mad house down there, with my aunt's parents going down next week, my uncle's friends and my father next weekend.
I need to realize that it's always going to be something, it's just how I handle it.