MAKING IT

It’s been a minute since I sat down to write… or even felt like it, for that matter.

I’m not sure where to begin because everything has changed and I’m not quite sure where I left off or who I was the last time I was here.

Not where or who I am anymore, that much is certain.

I’ve made it. Well….I’m making it. ❤️

I got the hell out of that dead end small town that held me hostage by way of shared custody, poverty and fear.

I cashed out, traded my farm for a fat bank account and finally gained my freedom. I am debt and worry free. Permanent destination, unknown.

I had the worst realtor in the world unfortunately and the closing was completely bungled. We left in an unceremonious slow roll out of town, with three cats howling in a shared kennel that had been wedged into the back of my cramped Jeep. My new puppy snoring on the lap of my sad Dumpling… who didn’t share my excitement in leaving.

On a sunny morning in December, I thanked my lucky stars to be making one LAST drive across the iconic long bridge that spans the river and began our escape from Sandpoint.

Away from all the bad memories and shitty exes. Never another familiar face in the grocery store. No longer facing an endless parade of low wage, dead-end jobs. Free in every sense of the word.

Just like flushing the toilet, I washed my hands of the whole nightmare and put it all behind us. We spent the first night in a hotel in Libby Montana, three cats howling and running around the room while the puppy cried as I had a half dozen silent panic attacks whilst questioning my sanity and watching the Dumpling sleep.

Traveling across the country with three cats and a cat box is really one of those things that defies explanation. It was harrowing, to say the least. We tried harnesses and they shot around the rest area like boomerangs, doing their best to escape from another 4 hours in the kennel beside their least favorite sibling.

Considering the puppy was only 9 weeks old at the time, she was a champion road tripper. We spent 3 1/2 days making the drive and walked into our new house at twilight, just in time to pick from our new backyard Meyer lemon tree… under the light of the moon beside the sparkling pool.

72* in December, without a snowflake or familiar face for miles…. aka: paradise. ❤️

4 thoughts on “MAKING IT

  1. adalamar

    Yay! So glad you are out of there! And a fresh start someplace new can be just what you need. You make yourself anything you want to be, and you never have to talk about your past. It’s wonderful. A year ago I made a 1,000 mile trip from Georgia to Texas, 5 cats, 9 potted plants, and 1 litter box in a cramped rented van. It was a very long 14 hour day. A fresh new start in a new town and a new house. It was the best thing I ever did. The relief was palpable. It was like a weight had been lifted off my shoulders and I am happier now than I ever have been. I hope you feel the same way and find everything wonderful waiting for you.

      • adalamar

        Bastrop is a suburb of Austin which is a great artsy area that I think you might enjoy. There are quite a few companies relocating to Texas, specifically Austin and surrounding areas, so the economy is pretty good. You’ll be close enough to the downtown area with its cool shops and bars, but far enough away that you can avoid the traffic. The people here are friendly and have a lot of common sense. As long as you don’t mind the heat in the summer, you should do fine. I live in a suburb just outside of Houston called Cypress and love it. My neighbors are awesome and the area has the best food of any place I have ever been.

        Yay us! 🙂

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