Homeless for a Night

I remember when I started this blog. I started it to record memories for her, and for myself; because I forget sometimes and she got sad. (Wow, that was the worst sentence I have ever typed. Engrish fail) I realize this blog is only about her and us; so I have decided to rename this blog. I will secretly call it 爱.

Homeless for a night.

It was funny how that night came about.

As with all my failures, it started with stupid decisions and bad timing on my part.

I failed to book my plane tickets in time, because I didn't know when I would be leaving. As a result, I booked a greyhound print at home ticket- nonrefundable. -_-, 2 hours later, my cousin tells me I should visit her in Davis. So there I was, stuck with a Greyhound ticket that arrives in SF at midnight, and an extra 20 bucks to amtrak to Davis. If I was smarter and better planned, I would have a Greyhound/Amtrak ticket that departed San Diego at 10 p.m., and arrive in Davis in the morning- with me fully rested and happy.

Instead, I spent the morning of departure rushing around, tying up lose ends. The kitchen is still not clean, my room is messy- I forgot to pack shorts/swim trunks. Then the Wells Fargo printer refused to give me my cashier's check, and I spent half an hour standing there trying to smile at the lady as they fixed the problem.

Rushed to pay the lease, then rushed to gather my stuff and catch a bus downtown.

There were two bus lines that travel to downtown. The 30, and the 150. The 30 comes every ten minutes but is a hellish 2 hour trip to downtown. The 150 comes once every 25 mins (reality is one hour), and takes a highway approach towards downtown. So I sat there baking in the sun waiting on the nonexistent 150, as every other bus line passed me at least twice. Even saw the same bus driver twice.

I get on the 150 at 12 noon, when my bus departs at 1:15.

Thankfully, there no problems enroute, and I made it to the Greyhound station by 12 30.