answering my phone calls to talking to money.
So, I leave at the end of my first week of camp to catch the bus and ride back up to Stamford to get my automobile. The buses, remarkably, run fine and I arrive ahead of schedule. Which is good, because I have no way other than walking of getting to the dealership. I remember the address, luckily, and the ride down seemed short and fresh in my head.
I guess it wasn’t though. Because I got lost and wandered around Stamford, Connecticut for two hours and fifteen minutes to arrive at the dealership just as it opened at nine in the morning. My feet were sore and I’d developed a blister, I’d find out that evening.
So, I start driving and call my friend, that ex who lives in Va. and tell her I might be able to visit for the afternoon. I’m really looking forward to it because she’s still among my favorite people and I haven’t seen her since school.
Of course I take a wrong turn. I effectively made no progress for an hour and a half of driving. That put me in her neighborhood fifteen minutes before she had to start work. So we hung out in the parking lot of the Regal Cinemas for a couple of minutes, then she went to work and I continued my drive to Charlottesville. I’m still upset I didn’t get to see more of her.
Once I arrive on the U.Va. campus I promptly get lost for another half an hour. But now I’m back. My car works. I have a comforter and a pillow and a computer and books. I have my job and the rest of the summer to look forward to.
That night I slept better than the dead. The night before I’d only gotten a few hours of bus sleep and the week before my bed wasn’t a proper one. But with a pillow and a comforter that thing was better than any swedish support system or the downy mattress of a king.
And this is what I went through to get here.