Home Sweet Home

On Saturday, I decided to fly back to AZ from the adult spring break to catch a good friend's 26th birthday dinner. In typical fashion, I made it to the airport just in time to get through security and literally walk onto the plan for departure. I, with sweat beads slowly forming on my forehead, make the call to Dr. Dashing..."I can't believe it; I made it!" The woman walking on the plane in front of me turns around and replies, "I just cooled down from my sprint through the airport too. Great work!" Ha, guess running late to the airport is more common than I imagined.

I have trained myself (geez, I sound like I'm a dog) to fall asleep on the plane before it even takes off. It's the weirdest thing. I actually can walk on the plane feeling so energetic and awake, and in 2 minutes after boarding feel sleepy and am knocked out. The other passengers on the plane must think I got sloshed at the airport bar!

I sleep through the entire 1.5 hour flight back home and awoke just in time to see us flying over the downtown Phoenix area ready for landing. Darn it, I missed the peanuts and drinks again! It was just about that time that I realized....Shit, my house AND car keys are still in San Diego. So thinking there may be a chance that Dr. Dashing forgot to lock our screen door, I head home on the city's newly build light rail system (a total of 1 hour travel time...I only live 10 minutes from the airport. Maybe that wasn't a good idea).

I get home and... nope, all doors locked. Why did Dr. Dashing have to be responsible when he left home this trip? All my lockout keys are with Dr. Dashing 's family...who are all in San Diego. I try to keep calm, but my quick emotions got the best of me and I call Dr. Dashing with tears welling up in my eyes. I call a 24 hour locksmith and sit on my suitcase outside my loft's door. I'm sure I just looked pitiful. To make the story shorter, the locksmith says"Good news and bad news...you have great locks on your door that make your place 100% safe. That means that it's bad news for you right now. I can't pick these locks - only drill them which will cost hundreds in the end." What! Are you kidding me! HE even said..."Don't cry!" No, I want to cry. I'm supposed to be at a birthday dinner in 2 hours and all I have is a clean plain t-shirt.

The most import part of the story isn't really how I got to the birthday or how the dinner went, it was my experience the next day...Sunday. I had to find a place to sleep, car to borrow, and something to do keep myself busy as Dr. Dashing wouldn't been home until late Sunday night with a key. I had the day all to myself with nowhere to go. I found myself at Starbucks reading a magazine for 3 hours then migrating to see my first solo movie in the theater (highly recommend seeing I Love You, Man!). It was so exhausting emotionally because all I wanted to do was head home and collapse on my bed.

In the end, I learned something so much more meaningful. I learned that spending time with yourself is probably one of the most important things you can do for yourself. Seeing a movie, a comedy, alone was invigorating to say the least. I think I actually paid more attention to the movie because I wasn't having a side conversation with my date. I learned that you can make the best of bad situations and rise above the emotional drain to actually enjoy being with yourself. I actually now would recommend for everyone to "lock" themselves out of the house for 24 hours with no vehicle and see how you make due. It's amazing what you'll come up with. Enjoy the homelessness!