Yesterday I went back home to my parents' house armed with an overnight bag and a steel will determination to learn how to master a clutch.
It was horrible.
Friday night I set out with my dad, and it was so terribly reminiscent of learning how to drive a car in general when I was 15. It brought back all these memories in vivid flashing colors of the fights, the tears, the brake slamming..
I am 21 years old and I'd like to think I am a much more mature, level headed person than I was then, and yet it was EXACTLY the same. We fought. My eyes burned as I held back tears. I gave up and he gave up and we went in to eat dinner with my mom and brother and didnt talk about it for the rest of the night. I was ready to admit defeat, call up Ford, and tell them to give the stupid five speed to someone else.
Then this morning I woke up at 7 AM, went with my mom to her yoga class, cleared my mind, went grocery shopping with her... and then around 11 my brother asked me if I wanted to give the stick another try with him helping me this time. I am not a quitter, so I said yes.
Honestly, with him calmly explaining things to me, he had me driving loops around the nearby grocery store in 20 minutes. I don't understand how a 16 year old boy can teach me so much better than a 50 year old man can. I think possibly that my father and I just weren't meant to be in a car together. Although, my mom said that my dad once made her cry while trying to teach her to ski, so I am inclined to believe this trend proves that the fault doesn't entirely lie with me this time. My dad is a great person, but I don't think teaching is his forte.
Anyway, the point is, I am going to work with Nick a few more times and hopefully by May 1st I will at least be good enough to drive the car home.
Also, I know in yoga you're supposed to completely free your mind of other things, but I couldn't help it: the 'soothing' music we were listening to in the background had all these really great vocal harmonies and I spent half the session obsessing over them in my mind while doing things like the downward dog. And then when the harmonies finally stopped and like, euphoric dream music started playing, I honestly almost fell asleep right there on my floor mat.
I am at work for 4.5 more hours (dont need a lunch break today because my co-worker Judy whom I call my work-mom gave me half her subway sandwich xD) and then I am going to spend the night at Liz's for some general fun-time and possibly working on a new tshirt design for the Parselmouths? We need something cool for people to buy and wear at Leaky!
Lastly, I got a comment from PadfootLover19 on my YouTube channel today that said:
"Hi! I totally get the long distance thing. My boyfriend lives in Oregon. I live here in England. But he's worth the distance :)."
I have gotten a few messages now from people who have England/Pacific NW relationships. It warms my heart. :D
Today's Word: Rateris.
A disease that causes a person to (unwillingly) morph into a rat. See also: giant rodents. - by Ariel.
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