I’ve survived a week alone. When I left work last night, I told StressedRPh that I was going to stop at the grocery store near the house to pick up some stuff for next week’s lunches and dinners. I declared I was going to stop at Wendy’s to get dinner, because I survived, and I fucking deserve it. She agreed. I spent $15 at the grocery store, grabbing some bananas, cottage cheese, eggs, and Portuguese sweet rolls. That’ll keep me going for the week, along with some of the chicken I bought last week.
Last night was another rough one, and I just could not get to sleep at all. Most of it is thoughts about the future. What time frame am I dealing with? Should I take the hit and cash in the retirement to help fund the move? I tried to plot out a potential route to a city in Western Bumfuck, Saskatchewan. I spent last night tossing and turning before I fell asleep, my mind finding all the potential pitfalls along the way.
My original plan was to get a relatively new, reliable vehicle, find a little teardrop camper, and haul the cats and a few meager belongings to wherever we end up. That was before I discovered how fucking expensive they are, and how most are custom and take more time to receive than I’m willing to wait.
Browsing Craigslist, I found this little one for probably less than half its regular cost, which is great. It’s small, lightweight, and I wouldn’t need anything crazy to tow it. I could turn the 35 hour drive into a hipster road trip. Unfortunately, I’d need to act soon to get it, if it’s even still available. I’m terrified to even inquire – either it’s gone and I’m disappointed, or it’s still available and I freak out about pulling the trigger and buying it. Also, I’d need them to bring it to me, since I don’t have a tow package on the Subaru. Thankfully, Warwick is only like 15 minutes from me, and that’s with traffic. If I wanted to deal with the bullshit involved, I could probably ask my sister if she could haul it for me.
But then, my mind starts spiraling making fractal-like flowcharts. What if [insert relatively uncommon situation] happens? What if they don’t believe I’m on a road trip with my cats? Can I handle driving 8 hours a day for 4 days? Do I want to spend the money on motels along the way, or just kick it in Walmart parking lots overnight? Could I stop in Minnesota and make a joke about purifying myself in the waters of Lake Minnetonka?
Do I really need to drive through Gary, Indiana?
