I am home for the predictable future. After nearly 40+ hours in a car in the past two weeks I am home.

Matt is all moved into his apartment now. He was a very thankful for my presence in the process, keeping him company on the road and then moving in. We had a lot of sorting to do, as the place was previously lived in by a family friend's uncle and had not actually been cleaned out. It is a killer deal in that Matt's landlord in charging him...well...almost nothing, and it comes fully furnished. BUT there is a lot of cosmetic work to do and belongs to nudge off to storage (or a thrift store). Saturday was spent organizing the kitchen and bedroom, which I attacked with ferocity.

Sunday I used my inherited skills of furniture rearrangement and helped Matt to make his living make sense. It looked about five million times better and suddenly the wall paper, which had been a glaring pin-striped beige-brown cracked atrocity, didn't see QUITE as bad. Yes, the 70s puke green carpet and the brown Lazy Boy chairs were still...well...what they were, but now it is livable, a place that doesn't make your sense of aesthetics want to have a hysterical meltdown of disgust. Take the ornamental plates off the wall, place every framed Catholic-Jesus-Was-So-A-Hippie-Looking-European into a box, and remove the long past-Christmas-decorations and suddenly the place has much more potential.
Overall I am looking forward to seeing the progress Matt makes on it. Maybe I'll end up lending a helping hand with it myself a few weekends.

Anyhoo, backtracking in time slightly...
Richmond, Indiana is quite a nice town. Seeing it again gave me a MUCH better feel for the place. Mind you this time I was the only guest in the house and summer was in bloom too. I developed a greater sense of the town, that Richmond is the place Matt grew up, rather than just some distant, midwestern dimension that Matt isn't particularly fond of. I could actually see myself genuinely liking it...aside from Raper's Rent to Own. "Oh you want to rent a couch. Ooh, I don't see a sexual violation on your record. Sorry." I will NEVER get over that. What the fork, Indiana? What. The. Fork?
Interesting experience of note: When walking along National Road with Matt one even a passing car yelled "ARE YOU WALKING OR WORKING?" It took me a minute to figure it out...And then, Ahh yes. Right. I have an ass. And given that I have an ass it moves when I walk. And when I walk with long, leisurely, ground eating, strides, my ass moves up and down. Right. And that can be distracting. And it also implies I MUST be a prostitute walking with my latest costumer.
I don't know any prostitutes but I assume they typically don't go cruising with sweaters wrapped around their waists next to religious schools. So to the dear man who has never seen a real butt outside of the midwestern flatlands: go fuck yourself, you couldn't afford (or handle) me.
Jeeze.

And now jumping back to present day!!!

I'm on the job hunt.
My room is a hell hole that must be tamed tonight...after I bake cookies.
Job applications take forever no matter how many times you do them. Wal-Mart is among the worst- I said fuck it and gave up.
It is nice to sleep in my bed without much worry.
I drove for the first time since last summer yesterday and it wasn't that bad. Scared my mom a few times but otherwise made it to and through town, out to Wal-Mart and back home safely. I have a lot of learning to do but I am much more confident in my abilities. Hopefully by the end of summer I will have my license, at the age of 22. I just need lots of practice. Anyone want to lend me their car?
Hopefully I will hear a yay or nay from Plimoth by the end of the week, as thus far still no word. If there is nothing by Friday then I'll say I've been passed over.

Well, that's the news for now.
Peace.
~Lo