Appalachia Girl on the Road

I headed back to Ohio and began frantically packing things up. This did not really go well for reasons I may or may not talk about in the future, but suffice it to say that if not for my friend Carole, I never would have gotten it done.

My poor little Elantra was stuffed to the gills. Obviously, I didn’t bring any furniture. I didn’t even bring all my stuff. (That’s a regret, but here we are.)

My move in date was March 9. So, I take a few days to get down there. No rush. I had friends that would snowbird in the area, so I spent a few days with them until I could go buy furniture and have it delivered and all that fun stuff.

Oh! By the way, did I mention my move in date was March 9? Of 2020? Yeah, it was. And we all know what happened in March of 2020, don’t we? Yes, we do. And when I tell you everything was closed, everything was closed! I couldn’t even go to the beach because it was closed, too.

My entertainment consisted of sitting out on the balcony to smoke and watching all the craziness happening in the neighborhood. I saw a drive-by gender reveal/baby shower something, I saw the cops have to prevent a fight from happening in the middle of the street (which they tried to continue after the cops left and so the cops had to come back), I witnessed a potential domestic happening, at least until the cops showed up and hauled one of them off.

Regardless of the restrictions, I settled in, met some neighbors, learned how to get to Walmart and Piggly Wiggly, and was eventually allowed to go to the beach again.

I did a little dating, but all I found were liars, wishy-washies and dudes that didn’t tip the bartender. I ain’t about that life.