So here I am now at 9:07 in the morning in an almost overcrowded, some might say cozy hotel room, and I am swept away with the somber snoring of a friend which is developing into the sounds of a small child dying. Alaska. This week has been pretty intense. I clocked out with 44 hours which to my surprise wasn't all that hard, I could have possibly been prepping myself for the times to come. I did however develope some kind of sickness monday have my porcelain skin shaded in the sun at the beach and danced a bit that night downtown where I properly bid ado to Orlando.
The next day was hell, I was overcome by my pressing move, and felt like death... Thank the lord for my dad calming me down and miss christina for coming to my aid with some drugstore goods. Thinking I had strep, I went down to get it checked out and after having a pipe cleaner pushed up my nose, a little too far I would say, I paid the clinic $250 to tell me that I had neither strep nor the flu. I am sure most would be relieved, but i was even more angry at the fact that I wasn't sure what was going on and i was about to board a plane in less then 48 hours. Dun dun dun.... Needless to say I pushed through the next day slowly as a packed and took a nap, packed, took a shower, everything I had planned on doing was pushed aside for the pressure bursting through my face, nose and throat. With two hours of sleep I awoke to the big day. I love the feel of an airport, the hustle and bustle. Everyone has somewhere to go, a story about where they've been, bags stuffed of to cluttler their homes, and cameras stocked with memories. Life is awake at the airport, or sleeping on metal chairs.
I knew I was in for a long travel, 3 flights, 3 changed planes, over 15 hours of being stuffed into a chair sitting next to strangers. The first flight was the most comfortable although the visit of my monthly gift from God came causing the pain to rise in my body. Of all days this had to be one. At least I wasn't pregnant and at least it explained my complete breakdown a few days prior. The last flight was the worst, I was sitting next to an older gentleman who had no idea of self awareness, as he eased his way into the small space I already had with his elbows. I watched a movie and at one point almost became deaf due to his forearm resting on my volume control. For some reason I was so timid to even try to ask him to move his arm, I didn't want to make the man uncomfortable even though he was in my airplane bubble.So I had to try and sneak my fingers under his arm gap from the seat and relieve my ears from the piercing sounds of gun fight. On a side note, there are diaper changing stations in the restrooms making it easier for anyone who would like to join the mile high club.
So here we are in Alaska with a rental car for a week and a hotel meant for 2, but sleeping 5 and no idea of where we will be living in the near future. Yesterday was our first day here and we honestly had no chance to appreciate where we were due to the luming fact that we are all in an unfamiliar place searching for a house to fit 4 and hoping and praying it's not in a section of town we could get raped and pilaged. The first place we looked at almost sent one of the girls into shock as we opened the door to an occupied apartment with the tenant out for the moment. The place had a certain smell that only a man would be able to ignore. Clothes tossed along the floor with a mattress in the center of the room and used dishes scattered about. I think then we all knew it would be a rough search. Call after call after answering machine without replies. We are full, waiting list, no short term leases! I knew it was going to be tough but damn. Thank the lord that 8 of us were searching for a place to live because one of the guys found 2 places in a four-plex and talked the landord into doing a 6 month lease. We went in and saw them today, filled out some paperwork, so after the background checks clear we should be able to move in monday.... yay! 4 people to a 2 bedroom but it's going to have to work. The place definately needs a scrubbing, and some love, but I think it's going to be a great place to call home for 5 months, and if I get bored I could always walked across the street and watch some grown men play softball on the fields.
I am very thankful for the people I can now call my roomates. I think that this is going to be a good living situation. We all get along with each other in our own way, and there is a sense around us all that we get it. We know when to back off and when to laugh it's a little strange how well we all interact with each other. Ofcourse there is no telling how it will be once we get settled in. Weeks from now we could be at each others throats, but I don't think that will happen.
All in all this past week has been a whirlwind. There were people I didn't get a chance to say goodbye to, and people that graciously accepted me into their lives. Cheers to giving it a shot in a 50 degree weather. Love you guys...peace, hope and love-Jaime
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