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Dec. 22nd, 2006 07:34 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
nonionayWow, my parents' cat, Tizzy is really, really fascinated by my laptop screen. She's sitting behind me on the couch watching intently.
So.
The plan went: I catch a Greyhound to Seattle. I call my dad. I catch a ferry to Winslow. My dad picks me up there, and we leave for Montana and Grandma the next morning. It's now the next morning, and I'm sitting in the house I grew up in with only the cats for company.
What happened:
The bus was an hour and a half late. I couldn't find my wallet, which contains my money and phone card. Really wierded out, because there's no opportunity for it to have fallen out of my backpack or been stolen, I call my parents collect. No answer. I go to the crackhead bathroom in the bus terminal where, in the farthest stall, I get my dad's new cell phone number off my laptop. While I do this, I discover my wallet where it's slipped past my laptop to the very bottom of my bag. I call my dad's pre-paid cell phone. It's busy.
One of our alternate plans was for me to spend the night in Seattle in the hostel and meet my parents at the ferry as they got off. My dad doesn't like to drive in the dark after about nine o'clock, so rather than go to Winslow and make him pick me up in the dead of night, I go to the hostel. I call again. No answer.
In my room, I listen to a white hippie rapper girl (who was a Gemini) talk about how the hostel is full of drama like junior high, how few men are "real", and the openness of black people with a Japanese girl (who was an Aquarius) from New York. (ugh, the parallel structure of that sentence sucks, I'm sorry.) I wake up at 5am. My dad always wakes up at disgustingly early hours, so I call again. No answer. I eat a really, really good brownie for breakfast and go to the ferry.
On the ferry, I remember that this is the longest night of the year. I went out on the front of the boat, where all is quiet and dark, and charged myself up with wind and darkness. I've never been on an early morning ferry going the opposite of the commuter ones. It was awesome. I left home at sunset, and I was hoping that at sunrise, all this would be over. The sun hasn't risen quite yet, I think, so maybe there's still hope. I had an uneasy fear on the bus from Winslow that it wouldn't. But at least I'm at an ending point, and from here, I can do what I want. And hey, I've got wireless. And a really, really soft kitty.
I find it hard to believe my parents would leave without me so easily. Maybe when I left a message saying "I'm going home" they thought I meant I was going back to my home, rather than theirs/my first home. I don't know. I just know that they're not here. I called my grandma, and let her know what was up. I don't want them to be worried about me. But I have faith that my dad knows I can take care of myself. He's a really smart guy.
I'm very proud of myself and my ability to deal with all the stresses I've faced this night. Even when I was briefly faced with the prospect of being bedless and penniless in Seattle in the middle of the night I didn't freak out. (My plan, FYI, was to call Slavka, and hope she could pick me up. After that, I don't know, catch a bus to MaLora? Beg my roommate to drive down and pick me up?) As soon as I got home, of course, I bawled my eyes out, and damn it feels good. I mean really. WTF?
So now I've got a potential four-day weekend ahead of me. I'll try and get together with friends down here, maybe try and see the Dead Sea Scrolls.
Oh, Life. How wierd you are.
Oh, oh! The sun is rising this very moment. Happy Winter, everyone.
So.
The plan went: I catch a Greyhound to Seattle. I call my dad. I catch a ferry to Winslow. My dad picks me up there, and we leave for Montana and Grandma the next morning. It's now the next morning, and I'm sitting in the house I grew up in with only the cats for company.
What happened:
The bus was an hour and a half late. I couldn't find my wallet, which contains my money and phone card. Really wierded out, because there's no opportunity for it to have fallen out of my backpack or been stolen, I call my parents collect. No answer. I go to the crackhead bathroom in the bus terminal where, in the farthest stall, I get my dad's new cell phone number off my laptop. While I do this, I discover my wallet where it's slipped past my laptop to the very bottom of my bag. I call my dad's pre-paid cell phone. It's busy.
One of our alternate plans was for me to spend the night in Seattle in the hostel and meet my parents at the ferry as they got off. My dad doesn't like to drive in the dark after about nine o'clock, so rather than go to Winslow and make him pick me up in the dead of night, I go to the hostel. I call again. No answer.
In my room, I listen to a white hippie rapper girl (who was a Gemini) talk about how the hostel is full of drama like junior high, how few men are "real", and the openness of black people with a Japanese girl (who was an Aquarius) from New York. (ugh, the parallel structure of that sentence sucks, I'm sorry.) I wake up at 5am. My dad always wakes up at disgustingly early hours, so I call again. No answer. I eat a really, really good brownie for breakfast and go to the ferry.
On the ferry, I remember that this is the longest night of the year. I went out on the front of the boat, where all is quiet and dark, and charged myself up with wind and darkness. I've never been on an early morning ferry going the opposite of the commuter ones. It was awesome. I left home at sunset, and I was hoping that at sunrise, all this would be over. The sun hasn't risen quite yet, I think, so maybe there's still hope. I had an uneasy fear on the bus from Winslow that it wouldn't. But at least I'm at an ending point, and from here, I can do what I want. And hey, I've got wireless. And a really, really soft kitty.
I find it hard to believe my parents would leave without me so easily. Maybe when I left a message saying "I'm going home" they thought I meant I was going back to my home, rather than theirs/my first home. I don't know. I just know that they're not here. I called my grandma, and let her know what was up. I don't want them to be worried about me. But I have faith that my dad knows I can take care of myself. He's a really smart guy.
I'm very proud of myself and my ability to deal with all the stresses I've faced this night. Even when I was briefly faced with the prospect of being bedless and penniless in Seattle in the middle of the night I didn't freak out. (My plan, FYI, was to call Slavka, and hope she could pick me up. After that, I don't know, catch a bus to MaLora? Beg my roommate to drive down and pick me up?) As soon as I got home, of course, I bawled my eyes out, and damn it feels good. I mean really. WTF?
So now I've got a potential four-day weekend ahead of me. I'll try and get together with friends down here, maybe try and see the Dead Sea Scrolls.
Oh, Life. How wierd you are.
Oh, oh! The sun is rising this very moment. Happy Winter, everyone.
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Date: 2006-12-22 04:35 pm (UTC)lady, give me a call! i leave for my parent's on saturday morning.
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Date: 2006-12-22 05:04 pm (UTC)I've had that holiday, and I know how much it can suck. Sorry.