I won't let you fall

Today I had an appointment for U-haul to wire me up. Translation? I needed to get the Remote Power Vehicle Towing installation taken care of so I’ve got me some legal stop-and-go lights on the 5’-8” U-Haul trailer my little SUV will be pulling to Colorado. While I was waiting to get wired, I decided to hop over to the storage place where I am going to be leaving 95% of my possessions. I wanted to settle up my reservation.

Thankfully I am a follow up girl. My reservation had been lost. Eh, no big deal. I’m moving in on a day where the office won’t be open. I almost didn’t get the original quote/price they gave me. I was never informed about how the monthly rent will hike after the intro offer. The girl trying to re-do my reservation botched up my information three times. And, they doubled the penalty if I end my storage unit lease early. But, hey, this is just my life I’m putting in storage. No worries here. They fixed the charges, all ended up well, and that part of my day, getting wires and settling my storage, only took me close to three unsettling hours to settle. Who says packing up your life is stressful. This is a cinch. (Sigh.)

I didn’t feel any stress after that when I went home and continued with my private health insurance shopping. Why should it bother me that, because of my existing conditions, the High blood pressure and the hypothyroidism, I could be denied or be charged out the wazoo? If I wasn’t so afraid of the semantics of health insurance I would have ditched my job a long time ago. Again, easy. (Sigh.)

I guess what I am trying to say is that I may have gotten some balls back in deciding to write my life in pen, but I never said dragging around these new big balls would be easy breezy all the time and today was a toughy.

It’s all still worth it, though, and I will tell you why. When you call up the best friend you are about to move in with and tell her about your difficult day, while she gets interrupted on the phone by one of her daughters, but still, minutes later, texts you and says, “Don’t worry too much. I know you have always been on your own, but you have to remember that I’ve got your back, always. I won’t let you fall,” that's when you know you are doing the right thing.

Guess how Jen signed the text? She signed it Gayle. If that doesn’t make sense, let me explain. Jen and I both record the Oprah show. We had also both started to watch the episode about best friends, about Gayle and Oprah’s friendship, when Jen decided to text me and see if I’d seen it. I was watching it at that moment and that’s when I called her to tell her about my day.

There’s really nothing more I need to say about that.