I am pretty sure everyone knows by now that this being in transition business is NOT my cup of tea. I was ready for adventure but I wasn't ready to be homeless, have no job, no clothes and no dvr. And this being our first PCS (permanent change of station) I had no idea what to expect. We thought we did pretty good on our first move, but we definitely made some wrong decisions along the way.
We came back to California after spending 10 days on the road and 3 days in Massachusetts. My best friend was getting married, so we hopped on a place and headed to San Diego for the weekend.
Our original plan was this:
- put Brawley in a kennel in Massachusetts
- leave my car in the long term parking at the airport
- ship Brandon's car to Mass while we were in San Diego
- fly back from California on Monday with our 2 cats in tow
- arrive back in Massachusetts and begin our new life
Well....we decided to make some changes at the last minute. In efforts to save money, since we have been living in hotel rooms and that is NOT cheap, we decided to alter our plans and do this instead:
- take Brawley with us to California
- leave my car in long term parking at the airport
- stay in San Diego for about a week to save on hotel costs (since we could stay at a family members for free)
- drive Brandon's car back to Massachusetts with Brawley and the 2 cats in tow
I actually think it would have been a pretty good plan except that the family member's house that I am staying at deciding to be a jerk the entire time I was here and made the stay in San Diego like hell. Seriously. Without getting too dramatic or white trash explaining the details, I just am appalled at the way I was treated while I was here. I have basically dedicated my life to helping my family members, often putting their needs before mine, altering my plans so I can help them and in return, I get the short end of the stick. Not to mention, while I was here, I have lost someone that I thought was a good friend. Not lost as in died, but lost as in, no longer my friend.
I am so upset with myself that I am being so negative, but seriously, I can't seem to get a break. It's just one thing after another right now. I know when I am all moved into my house, have a routine, make some friends, etc things will be good again. But right now, I just can't wait to get out of here.
At times like these, I am forever grateful for the patience and understanding that Brandon shows me. Sometimes I wonder why he sticks around. But for whatever reason, he does. I have learned a few things in my short one year (almost!) of marriage; stick together as a team, have each other's back, rely on each other and most importantly love one another.
As I prepared to write this sad depressing blog post, I saw this quote on my friend's Facebook page.
It was just perfect for the moment.
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