Well, it's official. I now live in Atlanta. I moved up here yesterday. Beth and her friend Christina helped. I signed the lease and spent the first night in my apartment. And cried. And was scared. And realized for the first time in my life, I was alone. And the truth is, I hated it. I wish Beth could have stayed, but Christina had to get back to Savannah. And it's not like I won't see them again. I will. But, there's just something about family that a single person in a single apartment can't provide for herself. And neither can her cats.
I did speak to my father and Mary Ellen after Beth left. The calls were about 10 minutes each. I told them both I was going to cry before I went to bed. Mary Ellen understood what's going on. My father begged me not to cry. Joey wasn't home when I called Mary Ellen. I told her to have him call me later in the night. He didn't.
While I did want to talk to him, it was best that I didn't. I had to get through the night by myself and there is no telling what I would have said on the phone with him. The one thing I wanted is the one thing he nor anyone else could not provide me. We're more alike than I once thought. Still, it would have been nice to hear another friendly voice. Maybe I'll hear from him before the day is over with. And I'm certain I will see him before the week is over.
My cats didn't take to well to the trip. Scooter was very quiet on the trip. And the poor boy ended up getting crapped on, too. Literally. Graysie panicked in the carrier. She lost it all twice in the car, and poor Scooter got the brunt of it. I cleaned that carrier as soon as I could. Graysie wouldn't stay quiet. The one way to get her to quiet was to be quiet myself and stay focus on the road. That meant no singing for me. And when I got them into the apartment, they spent most of the evening in the bathroom. They finally started to come out some more and both slept with me.
Don't mind me for a while. I am just sad and depressed. It's normal to feel the way I'm feeling at the moment, but I know I must do it. I'm working on getting Internet access for my apartment ASAP. Right now, I'm in the apartment clubhouse using the free WiFi.
Posted by Shawn at June 18, 2008 12:27 PM in General.
Hey Shawn,
The first night is always the worst - at least for me. Once you start your job, I'm sure things will be easier too. You'll be in our prayers!
I am sure your felines will be ok - we have moved ours 3 times! The first move Gracie hid under a pillow (we had no furniture) and Emmie hung out close to me. They adjusted in a few days. By the time we moved this time to the house, they were pros. I'm glad they handled the car ride better than Graysie!
Posted by: Chewie at June 18, 2008 1:16 PM

