10 days ago I signed a contract for a job offer in Dallas, TX for 13 weeks
It is bittersweet!
Yesterday, I left Birmingham, AL to embark on a new adventure. As I left Birmingham, AL, I did not look back. I packed up the car and was ready for the open road ahead of me. I knew that the drive would be long. There was time for much reflection. Driving and thinking. After about 6 hours on the road, my eyes began to feel heavy. I stopped at a Days Inn, but I decided against that motel due to the characters who were waiting for a room. I continued on my travels until I found a hotel worthy to stay: Ramada Inn. It took me 3 trips to take all of my valuables inside, but it was worth it when my head hit the pillow.
Upon arrival to Dallas, TX – I checked out the hospital first then headed to the place I would lay my head for the next 13 weeks. The hospital was big and confusing as is the case with most hospitals. The first thing I looked for was a bike rack, but I was unable to locate one. I then proceeded to the address.
I walked into an empty house – she left the key in a hidden nook. I let myself in, and checked out the abode. I peeked into the room with the open door. Honestly, it felt as if someone was already living in that room. Granted, there was no bed – just two desks, a semi-bookshelf full of decor, a full rolling cart of junk, and along one wall was a pile of not-my stuff. I had to take a step back and ponder if this was the room I would be occupying. I continued to search the house wondering if there was another room I was missing – my room. After a couple of hours on the phone via texts with the ‘landlord’, I decided to stop wallowing in self pity and went riding. I continued to search out places to live – using every resource I had in Dallas, TX. In the end, the location and price were prime real estate, so I decided to make it work. The next day I unpacked 50% of my car (after unpacking and removing all of the unnecessary items already in ‘my’ room).
. . . and so the adventure begins