Truck Notes

[rebeccmeister]

Those who advocated for the Penske - I'm inclined to agree. It might be the difference between a sixteen-foot truck (last time) vs. a twelve-foot truck (this time), but the mirror setup on this truck seems much better, and the engine is powered such that it's comfortable to drive the thing at 65 mph (I don't intend to go faster than that). I also think the gas tank might be larger? (25 gallons). And yes, shellynoir, I got locks. :-)

Day one has been uneventful. Emma resents everything right now. She spent the first two hours of the drive sitting in my lap and yelling at me, and now she's slinking around the motel room, yelling intermittently.

Yesterday was when the emotions of departing really started to crop up in full force. I can't help but compare this departure to my previous one from Arizona. While there are some similarities (sad to leave good friends behind), there are a number of striking differences. Last time, I had to say goodbye and leave scrottie behind, not knowing what would become of our relationship across the thousand-mile distance. In leaving Texas this time, I'm not leaving him behind. There's a thread of continuity in that we still have the chasm of a long-distance relationship, but it's something I've had to learn to cope with.

Lincoln is even less permanent than Texas. I won't have much time to put down roots. It took me a good three months to begin getting my feet under me in Texas, but there are three elements that suggest to me I'll have an easier time in Lincoln, mercifully. Thing one: I'm not absolutely flat dead broke, riding in on fumes. Recovering from that took a considerable chunk of time. Thing two: grocery co-op. Thing three: bike co-op. There's a different kind of community in Lincoln than in Bryan.

In my time in Bryan, I've gotten to know many long-term residents and natives, who are happy with where they live and proud of where they come from. I respect that, and yet I must also acknowledge that it has been a place of discomfort for me. Boston was the same way. So I'm feeling a sense of relief over this departure.

I still miss my good Tx friends, though - those friendships are a highly cherished gift.

Comments

[randomdreams.livejournal.com]

Bike co-op? I want to hear more once you've settled in.

[rebeccmeister.livejournal.com]

Yes, here! The things I'm seeing suggest the Lincoln Bike Kitchen is very much like the Bike Saviours was in Tempe. Bike Saviours was an important part of the community for me.

[shellynoir.livejournal.com]

yay!

[bluepapercup]

May the memory of weighted
burdens
fade needfully,
leaving on your hands
Calluses and
the sweet-orange scent
of Texas friendship.

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