Okay, what I mean by possibly not getting picked up RIGHT on my birthday is that his Aunt's schedule didn't include me. August, she won't even be anywhere near Indiana or Ohio, which means she CAN'T pick me up. And me not leaving a few days ago...was an honest error, on her part.
The phone here is watched except for on Sundays. Cory was secretly calling his family at night and there was alot of communication flying about but his Aunt is alot like her sister (mister's Mom) and is spacey. She forgot that she even ahd to pick us up sunday and was very late.
Apparently my situation wasn't very clear either, and all in all...her car was too small.
I talked to mister a few nights before she got her, because I looked up the model of her car and was worried. But he was confident that everything would fit. My own judgement said it wouldn't...but by time the day rolled around I panicked in my packing (not that it mattered, because even if I had packed even less than I had, my dogs wouldn't have fit). TINY CAR.
Seriously tiny. The official website forum for it said that it's advertized to seat five people, but the buyers of it say it's barely comfortable for four. Not to mention she didn't think of taking out a couple seats so more would fit (if she had, I probably could've gone).
Two hours to pull off a secret plan with several monkey wrenches being thrown at you...
Yeah. So it failed. My plan was fine. The other pieces affecting it changed too much and I was forced to give it up. Made a quick decision...mister just obeyed because there was nothing else he could do.
Believe me, worry-wise...he's very afraid of what might happen if I stay here too long. There are a couple ticking time bombs already. I'm thinking of cutting my remaining luggage down from two easy-to-carry bags to just the one...the duffel, and getting rid of most of my clothes. I'm thinking of walking, hitching, etc...even though that's difficult with dogs and might take a few days...
He'd be completely against it. But the idea of this all being exposed...
Mom doesn't know my cat and most of my things are gone, you see. I've been lying. Pretending to feed a cat that no longer lives here. She keeps looking for him...even though she hasn't seen him in nearly two years...and I can't honestly believe she truly cares about him. I'm hoping she gives up soon. I can't hide the fact that he's not here forever.
Not to mention, the clothes of mine he took were all of my nicest winter/autumn clothes. My coat, my hoodies, my favorite robe. It's why that one bag was as heavy and big as it was. I can't physically stay here into Autumn. Mid-September is the time limit for how long I can stay here, at least reasonably.
We've been discussing all this, of course. He was hopeful he might be able to get his driver's license in this short time frame, but you can't get one of those earlier than six months in Indiana. He's gonna work on getting a permit and someone to accompany him, in addition to finding me a ride in another fashion.
THAT is why I might be leaving directly on my birthday. Strangers and hard work is involved which makes it difficult to gauge the time frame in which my departure will happen. He's also trying to earn enough money. Alot of things don't happen without it. It costs around 25 dollars in gas for my trip. He has the remainder of the money we saved when we'd been working here (what mom didn't take), so that'd cover it...but there's also the issue of working with strangers.
Bus would be an option if not for my dogs.
I'm thinking...of asking my dad. That's a last ditch effort option, though. That means telling the truth and trusting him to make that kind of situation safe. It would be the cheapest option, though...
Well. Maybe not the whole truth. Mom doesn't know anything about Cory being in Indiana...
I could tell dad after we were out of the driveway.
...I'll think about it somemore. I'm going to email Cory about it -- his internet died for a few days, library email communications = *head-desk*.
Today I was a little...erm..emo. Meditation and exercise helped alot. Finishing the garden this week with mowing and trimming was EXTREMELY easy...thanks to the drought. >_> Which means dad'll pay me ten bucks...which I'm gonna save for the move, and hopefully by time his next paycheck I'll get another ten. I'm debating whether to save fifteen or all of it. It's just that my little brother wants to spend more time with me before I leave, and the best way to do that is to walk to the mall...and they have an ice cream vending machine. I'm so torn.
Anyway, I'm doing alright. Things are not fun, but they're not too terrible either. <3
I hope your health improves, Dancing!
So...how's your week so far?
delusional_chik wrote 1063 Days Ago (neutral)0I'm moving myself. Our landpeeps decided that we couldn't have any pets, and are giving us basically nil time to move. Like, we found out about this stuff Monday and I've already started packing while BF finds a pet-friendly apartment. So, D: all around?0 points