The helpful grocer, Canadians, and an opossum
I realize I haven’t posted since the beginning of the year but that’s because I’ve been so busy! I finished my last term of school and I had my pinning ceremony, and I’ve been running a lot, and now I’m on my externship in VA! Here’s how my first 24 hours went:
On the morning after my arrival I woke up in a panic because I was the last person in the house to wake up and I thought I slept in. It’s not that I had anything mega important to do today. I just didn’t want my new roommates to perceive me as lazy. At least not this early in my stay.
So I woke up and blindly reached for my phone to check the time. I was expecting it to be sometime around 11am or 12pm
It was 7am.
I blinked a few times just to be sure I wasn’t crazy. Turns out I’m not crazy – my roommates are.
With a sudden urge to prove I could be a morning person I got out of bed and walked out to the kitchen where 2 of my roommates were having breakfast. I decided that since I was already up I might as well start unpacking. I walked over to the window, took one look at my car and decided that today was not the day to prove that I was a morning person. So I turned around and went back to bed without anyone saying a word to me.
Four hours later I woke up feeling much more well rested. I justify sleeping an extra 4 hours because I drove almost 12 hours yesterday.
Once I was fully awake and functional I unpacked my things, took a shower, drove around until I found a Panera, and then went grocery shopping. Admission of guilt: I didn’t take a shower until after I went grocery shopping. But Panera was a drive-thru so the only people who had to deal with my poor hygiene were the people at the grocery store. And maybe it’s all in my head but no one really seemed to mind. One guy even asked if he could help me find something. Kudos to that guy for helping me find the cottage cheese! Anyway I digress.
After I took a shower, I called those persons who care about me to tell them that I was still alive. We chatted about how the drive was getting here and how my day was going so far. Those persons all told me to keep my head up and things would get better and I wouldn’t feel so isolated and alone once I started working and yada yada yada, all the usual things loved ones say to cheer up other loved ones. Now, I know I sound like I don’t appreciate these token words of encouragement but the truth is I probably would’ve driven back to IL if it weren’t for those words from those persons. I just don’t have time to write about all the advice from the numerous people who support me. Plus the lactic acid in my hand is building up. Anyway! To those people who love and support me from 562 miles away – I appreciate you.
After catching up with the people (and dogs) back home, I did some meal prepping for my breakfasts and lunches next week. I cooked some skinless chicken tenders in a pan and then I made 4 servings of steel cut oatmeal. As I was washing the dishes that I used (cause you know me, I HATE leaving dirty dishes in the sink for other people to clean), one of my roommates came home with a new roommate whom she had just picked up from the airport.
My first thought was – Finally! I’m not the only new person anymore! Finally someone else who may understand the anxiety I feel from being in a new place. Things are looking up!
Wrong. Oh so wrong.
Turns out my roommate and my new roommate are both from Canada and only speak to each other in French.
Wah. Wah. Wah.
They said hello and the new girl introduced herself to me (in English) and then they both left without so much as an Au Revoir to me.
So what else was there to do? I finished cleaning the kitchen and then went to my room to watch Netflix and play solitaire while in my head telling myself “This will get better.”
About 20 minutes later another one of my housemates came home.
She came into the kitchen, followed by her boyfriend, they said hello to me as they each grabbed a beer and went outside to the backyard and closed the sliding glass door.
About 10 minutes after the 2nd abandonment another one of my housemates came home – Maggie. The oh so wonderful Maggie. Let me tell you why this girl is so wonderful:
She comes into the house and says “hello?” Not in an Adele sort of way, the good way. The kind of hello when Richie tells lucy that he’s home. The inviting kind of hello. This hello was so wonderful I literally leaped off my terrible mattress just to talk to another human being. Maggie saw me and said “Hi!” and then she said something super fast that I didn’t quite catch. But it sounded like she was inviting me to get food. I heard “would you like” and “pasta”. I immediately said yes. Anything to start making friends and getting out of this damn house.
She invited the love birds from the backyard and we all went out to Maggie’s car to go get pasta.
Or so I thought.
See, Maggie spoke really fast so when I thought she said “pasta” she really said “opossum”. Common mistake.
When we got to her car, there was an opossum in a crate in the backseat of her little sedan. We weren’t going to go get pasta. We were taking this opossum to the woods to release him.
I’ll admit I was a little disappointed because I was slightly hungry and pasta sounded delicious. But this was pretty cool too.
So what started out as a very isolated, disheartening day, ended up with me and 3 other people trampling over thorn bushes to help release an animal back into its natural habitat.
Kind of felt like the universe was saying “Welcome to wildlife, you got this.”