The Week From Hell, And I Want My Mommy

We think I have bronchitis, but in an hour or so I’ll find out. By “we” I mean my mom, my friend Abby and WebMD.

You’ve heard enough of the girl with no job and no money saga (aka me) so I won’t bore you anymore with that, but I’ve been trying to make it until my first paycheck without any major expenses. Having health issues suddenly becomes one of those major expenses. Why? I’m uninsured, like many in America.

Thankfully, my college days brought me some schooling on not just an English degree but also on how our public health system works. Sometimes, if you have no monies, you can see a doctor for free or for very cheap.

So I’m at urgent care right now because I nearly died yesterday (an exaggeration, yes, but I’ve had the sickness from hell) and in my sickness and drug induced state, the light finally came on and I Googled ‘public health’ and ‘free clinic’.

This clinic is fancy. They are playing Shrek. Over and over and over. But hey, there’s a tv. So yay.

And the wait is only two hours, which in clinic time really isn’t that long.

So, let’s hope for the best and lots of drugs. I’ve got a job to go to Monday and I need to be all better-not crying like a big baby, saying, “I want my mommy,” which did, in fact, happen last night. You can ask my boyfriend.

Putting Down Roots

I’ve got this thing against New Years Resolutions, but I’m very pro-goals. My rules are: they have to be feasible, and if they are large, I have to break them into a few smaller goals. Also, my goal setting has flexibility. If something isn’t working, or if my progress is slower, I constantly reevaluate and modify my goals.

Naturally, one of my goals is to own a house. I’m 31 and I’ve never owned a home. In fact, I’ve wandered a lot and lived in many different cities, all because of ministry. This is ironic because I moved a lot with this pastor who used to preach “rebels are mobile” and move a lot.

So now my ministry days are over, and I’m finished with college. I’ve finally found the area of California I want to settle down in, that feels like home. And I’m ready for a home. Aside from my parents house, I’ve lived in apartments and dorms for most of my twenties. It’s time for a mortgage and a garage and some closet space that I don’t have to call up movers to move for me.

I just got a renewal notice on my post office box, which reminded me that I’ve been at my current apartment (a cute guest house near the beach) for over a year. It’s probably time to unpack the boxes, you say? Maybe. But I dread packing everything back up, so I’ve just got boxes around the house that probably won’t get unpacked until they are unpacked for good. I hope that unpacking comes soon. It’s my goal to have a house (albeit a very small condo) in the next few years.

Buying a house is such a permanent thing, which sort of excites me. After being essentially rootless, I’m happy to be putting down roots in one area. I’ve got the small things down: a post office box, a local credit union, and a local job. I’m in love with this area-the weather, the shopping, the small town feel, the way they decorate at Christmas, and yes, the proximity to Los Angeles which makes me feel connected to the real world whenever I choose to be. But best of all, I’m a short drive to Malibu or Ventura. I spent days there this summer, walking the beach, napping, and photographing the sunset. What better place to live?!

So I’m extremely excited to put down roots here. And for proof that girl power really does exist, I’ll be putting down roots alone, without a husband. This is an important step since my Christian days had me believing that a house wasn’t a home without a husband and wife and kids. But for me, this isn’t true. I don’t have a husband and that can’t be forced (although I have an amazing boyfriend of three months whom I love). So settling down will include me and the two cats, who are basically my children. I’m looking forward to what the next few years bring. I’ve got a lot of hard work to do but I’m excited to see where life takes me.