My friend's son was kind enough to allow me the use of his laptop for a few hours, so I figured I may as well "check in" with you all. So here goes...
By now you may have heard that Coco and I have ventured out into the wilderness, on a reprieve of sorts. Call it a hiatus, if you will. My ex-boyfriend, Mike, and I had decided to part ways. But, as break-ups often do, things got dicey - The lease came first, and who would move?
It immediately became obvious that would have to be me. After all, our landlord was also Mike's boss. Need I say more?
We never really purchased any property together, so that part was simple. I take my stuff and leave him, well, with a dresser and a television, but who cares.
But then, there were the dogs. Thankfully, we had already discussed the custody of the dogs, in case of a split. He got Zip, and I got Coco. But my biggest fear was that he would go back on his word.
Thankfully, 99% of the things I worry about never happen.
If you will recall in my last post, New Year, New Leaf there was mention that my friend was "nudged by a man who I didn't even know really." This gem of a guy had been the one to alert my friend to the urgency of my situation. He basically told her something to the affect of "we need to get Gina down here where she can be with people who really care."
What he told me was that he was trying to put together a plan to get me "home for Christmas." I was like, "Is this guy for real?" I quickly realized that a plan had been put into play to move me to San Diego, and not just for Christmas.
I began to see glimpses of a man who just wanted to "pay it forward" - help someone else, as he had once been helped in a desperate time of need. I cannot explain how endearing that made him to me.
He and I talked several times during the swift four days during which I furiously packed my things. I was still working at my job up until the night before I left my old home. My Angel, as I call him, took the time to listen, and encouraged me to have faith that good things were in store for me.
I left Santa Barbara on a Monday. One of my dearest friends in the world sent her husband (from a remote location many hours away) in his pickup truck. His mission: Get Gina, little Coco, and all their stuff, and bring them back to her safe and sound.
And that's exactly what the awesome hubby did.
I was putting together the last of my things about an hour before the BFF's hubby's arrival. Suddenly, I felt a tightness in my chest. I was short of breath. Even though I was not familiar with this feeling, I knew that it was anxiety.
I immediately texted My Angel. "Just remember to breathe," he said. He sent me several humorous and encouraging text messages until all my stuff was packed up and the friend's hubby and I were rolling down the highway with little Coco.
I had promised him I would call when we got on the road. When he answered, I heard "Feeling a little better now?" He couldn't see it, but I was nodding. I exhaled deeply.
My Angel is now someone with whom I am becoming dear friends. I don't think he has any idea just how important he has become to me in such a short time. Well, maybe he will when he reads this, though my gratitude is beyond words.
Stay tuned. Coco and I will continue filling you in on our adventures after the holidays.
Until then, everyone have a safe and Happy New Year!!