It’s been a hectic period of time since the last post.
When I returned to Bloomington to wait out the end of my lease, I thought that I had until August 18th to evacuate. After some chummy partying at the lake with Lyssa I called my voicemail to hear a message from an obviously irritated landlady. I was actually to move out on the 11th. Silly me. And so I called my family, it was an ordeal. I cried and tossed everything into my trunk to take over to a friends house. But the fam showed up early the next day to help me clear out the rest. Oh man. I could barely breath I felt so pressured. But, no matter, I made it back to Warsaw with most of my things.
That weekend (about two days later) was Lyssa and Joel’s joint birthday party at their new place. I promised to sad eyes and bent knees that I would indeed attend, no question. These people are nothing short of family extensions. Well I started down with my friend Zachary Woodward. We made it past this little town named Swayzee (the only one in the world according to the billboards) and my car started smoking. We pulled into a service station, popped the hood to find a fountain of something spewing out of the engine. Holy shit right? It was dark brown and everything was hot and steaming. We though that oil had just exploded everywhere. After consulting two incredibly helpful truck-drivers, we found out that the syrupy liquid was indeed coolant. Which was a relief. But it was still broken. Zachary and I waited for an hour for my dad and Papa Bill to retrieve us. We rigged the engine so this one part that had popped off would stay in place while I drove slowly down the country highway. Our rig came unrigged and we had to pull over and rebuild it. I made it some 30 more miles to Silver Lake where is just died at the stop sign and we had to push it to the side of the road. It was done trying to work with a block of wood over an exposed hole. We hopped into the car with Dad and Papa Bill, carrying along our necessities, and drove back to Warsaw. They dropped Zachary off, but not without me. “Dad… I’m gonna go with him.” “Where?” “To Bloomington…?” “All Right.” and I got out with my stuff, they drove away. Zachary cleaned out his dad’s work jeep, we ate a little food and headed back down the country highway. It was 10:40PM when we left. a good 6 hours after we had started the journey. We got to Bloomington at 2AM. Everyone was wasted, but not so much so that I couldn’t enjoy my time with them and quickly catch up. Successful trip, I’d say.
Now I’m back in Warsaw, preparing for a trip that will last longer than any trip I’ve ever been on.
I got new shoes and luggage
Of all the things that happen, they mostly work out.
