I'm having quite a nice time down in Atlanta. Its warm, its relaxing, my Aunt is treating me like an adult, and I've only had caffeine twice since being here. Here's what I've been doing since I got here.Saturday
I got up Saturday morning at 8am, already stressed the hell out. Travel days always suck for me, because I know that at one point or another during the day, I'm going to run into trouble. I always do. I packed the night before, so I was basically subjected to skulking around grandma's apartment until 11:00am, when Nina was due to pick me up. I ate, I made sure I had everything, I passed out on the couch and tried to watch some TV to calm my nerves. Not only was I convinced I was going to run into trouble, I was convinced my plane was going to crash, for some odd reason. Irrational, I know. But every once in a while I get these gut feelings that scare the hell out of me, and usually end up being true. I figure if the flight was going to crash, however, I'd have dreamed about it, so I sucked it up and dealt with it.
Nina picked me up at 11am, and we got to the airport by 11:30am. The airport, I kid you not, was practically empty. Well, the check in and security lines, at least. I figured, since I was traveling on a holiday weekend, that it would be pretty packed. It took me five minutes to check in, five to get through security, and ten to get from one side of the airport to another to get to my gate. I hung out in the food court, bought some Taco Bell (NEVER. AGAIN. IN AN AIRPORT. SIX FUCKING DOLLARS. FOR A DRINK AND TWO TaCOS), and wrote until it was time to board my plane.
My plane was full. It was pretty unnerving, to be honest. I don't like planes that much as it is; to have a full flight just makes me start being irrational and think that the weight of everyone is just going to pull the flight down, or something stupid like that.
Long story short, I had quite the panic attack during take off. The first hour of the flight was lovely; the last forty minutes was filled with so much turbulance, I had three more panic attacks before the landing gears even went down. The worst panic attack I had was during the actual landing; it was the bumpiest landing I've ever had to go through, and I was almost crying by the time the plane hit the ground.
All I can say, is thank MERLIN I don't have to do that again for a while.
I met Aunt Katherine at baggage, and we took the Marta Train back to Dunwoody Station. From there, we drove to Kroger, where I got my first revelation concerning why she told me to save my money because I was "going to need it": I had to buy my own food. Which I did; I spent $35 of my $65 on food. We came back to the condo, made dinner, passed out to watch some movies, and talked. I went to sleep at about midnight, after showering to get the sweaty heat of Atlanta off of me.
Sunday, the Aunt and I got up and had breakfast. Another new development for me, since "breakfast" usually consists of whatever the hell I get my hands on when I crawl out of bed at 3pm. Once we had fully woken ourselves up, we went out to a couple of parking lots around town, and I drove around them for a while. Once we finished that, we went to Borders, where I agonized over several books I've been after for a long time (each of which was over ten dollars and out of my price range).
I'll be completely honest with you, I can't for the life of me remember if we went anywhere after that. I don't think we did. I believe we came back, turned the TV on, passed out in front of it, and talked while watching all sorts of stupidity.
Monday was pretty slow for the first four hours I was up. I crawled out of bed at about noon, had some food, then started watching television with the Aunt. By 5pm, I was bored out of my skull, and debating on going for a walk. By 5:30pm, I was dressed, my purse was packed, and I was heading out the door to walk to Borders.
What I did not realize about this walk was that it was a five mile walk one way. Meaning there and back was ten miles. Now, while I could make that walk in the morning, hang out until later in the afternoon, and then make the walk back and be completely fine, I was NOT good with making the walk there (which took me an hour and a half, since I got turned around twice), sitting down for thirty minutes, and then making the walk back. I bought myself one of the books I had been after (I found it for eight dollars in a smaller binding) to make myself feel better. By the time I got back to the condo, I was convinced I was going to have a heart attack. It was hot, and I couldn't even take a proper deep breath without my palpatations starting.
So I'm thinking, if I make that walk again, it will NOT be in ninety degree weather, and the trip there will be made in the morning, and the one back early evening. So I had better have one HELL of a writing/school project to work on that day.
The Aunt made pizza for dinner, which she bought from the nice little shop downstairs. I passed out at 11:30pm, deciding to shower in the morning.
I woke up to find my Aunt had gone to work, and I had the whole condo to myself. Rather excited about this, I jumped online for a while, read some fanfic, said hi to Alicia, checked in with school, and listened to some music. After, I made my first attempt at cooking down here.
It was quite the disaster. I did not have a proper meal at all.
After the net, I took a shower, and caught up on a couple of movies I wanted to see (Surrogates and CoCo Before Chanel, which was all in FRENCH). The Aunt got home a little after seven, and gave me my keycard to get in and out of the condo. We talked for a while, and we went out to Publix to pick up some milk and vitamins. When we got back, I made myself a scrambled egg sandwitch, and the Aunt went to bed.
I couldn't sleep, for some reason or another, so I stayed up watching some movies. Harry Potter, The Dark Knight, Adaptation, and The Deep End. After watching Adaptation (and do note, this happens EVERY TIME I watch this movie), I felt like I was on some kind of acid trip, and needed to write. Problem was, it wouldn't come out. I finally passed out in the middle of The Deep End, at two something in the morning.
Today, I woke up at 11:50am, same time I woke up yesterday. I hung out online for a while, reading more fanfiction and catching up with a couple of people, before signing off and going downstairs to the little store and buying a pack of Oreos. Once that was completed, I came back up, grabbed all of my stuff, and chilled out on the balcony. There was really no point in me taking my stuff out there, to be honest; most of my time was spent staring off into Atlanta, thinking about the fact that even though its beautiful to me now, I'll get used to it soon, and start taking it for granted. Just like I take everything else for granted.
I started getting a little homesick, despite knowing that being down here is best for me right now. I called Mom and talked to her for a bit, before finally writing a little more of the fanfiction I've been working on since Saturday and coming inside. I had taken some photos of the view, and of myself on the balcony, which I uploaded to facebook.
And now here I am. The Aunt is home, cooking us baked potatoes, and I'm typing this up, slightly amused by the fact that I got Khris suspended from his job for texting him (hey, he's the one who kept answering me), and planning on watching some Meryl Streep films I have yet to see. Hopefully, just to make myself feel a little better, I'll get some non-caffienated tea and have some of that before going to sleep.
Nights are the worst part of this trip. When I actually try to lay down and sleep, its impossible, and I end up thinking way too much. I think about how I feel like I'm running from my problems in Michigan, and I think about what my grandmother told me my mother said about me being down here: "Give her two weeks, she'll be back." I think about how I'm expected to get a job with no experience, and I think about how completely freaked out I am about how school would react if I decided I didn't want to go back to Michigan in October.
Its not all negative, though. I also think about how completely relaxing it is to be treated like an adult, and to know that I get to worry about myself, for once. I don't have to tell anyone I'm leaving, I don't have to tell anyone where I'm going, when I'm coming back, I don't have to call anyone when I get anywhere, and I don't have to explain myself. Its nice. Its really, really nice.
I'm just not looking forward to when I have to step back amidst all the drama at home.
Current Music: Killola: Mid-Day Rebel