It’s been….an adventure and a half this last month. I haven’t been posting because I’ve been processing and recuperating from everything that has happened.
And a lot has happened.
When I first arrived in Texas I planned on staying here for maybe two weeks, visiting a friend and then moving on. Turns out it’s going to be a lot longer than that.
My car has given up the ghost. This last winter tore up my car, despite what the mechanic told me before I left. The brake lines had rusted through and the cost of fixing her would have been more than she’s worth.
I was heartbroken. She was my baby, my first car, my home, my freedom. My entire life depended on her and she tried hard. She got me to Texas, which is apparently a miracle. She got me far enough to continue on.
I made some ‘friends’, had my identity stolen by said ‘friends’, and now I’m here, stuck. It’s so frustrating having finally achieved something only for it to be taken away.
But I’m not giving up.
Within a week I’ve been hired and I’m already done with part of my training. It’s going to take time but I’m not giving up on my dream. I’m going to save up enough money to get a new car, a better car. And this time I’m going to take it slow. I’m going to fit it out, make it something special.
I’m going to make it my home.
And I’m going to take my home and go places, see things and paint. I’m going to make my life an adventure and I won’t look back.
Until then I’ll be painting and working my ass off.
This isn’t the end of my adventure or this blog. It’s a new chapter.