The Young Witch Learns Life Likes Complications

I don't usually write two blog posts in a week. Maybe I should. It seems like Life likes to pull its's jokes on me sometimes. Remember a while back when I said I should never write things in advance of when my posts come out. Yeah. Let me revise that. I should wait until 30 minutes before my deadline.

Why, you all definitely didn't ask me, but I'm sure want to know (lies, I know but let me have hope).

It was Monday about 4:30-5ish. I was on the phone with my parents casually talking and bugging them about latest scheme of trying to start my own business, when I heard a bang. It was loud, it was clear, and I thought someone was doing something terrible outside my apartment building. I walked out my door to find...nothing. So I went in, sat back down continued talking, until the fire alarm went off.

Suddenly, everything seemed to just go to Hell in a hand basket. As I stood outside with all the residents, no one seemed to know what was happening. Then someone said, "Who's apartment is that water coming from." I looked to see a waterfall flowing down through the balconies into what just so happened to be the patio of my apartment.

Then the Fire Department was there, having to break into the third floor apartment because a massive leak had started in it, causing there to be at least two inches of water trapped in the building and releasing more into the walls causing damage within my building and my apartment.

I honestly didn't think it was that bad. I could live in it. Everything would be fine. I was in communication with my apartment manager and my renters insurance and since I was the only one in the apartment, it was my duty.

None of that prepared me for the call I receive Tuesday while working with my manager and others at my school asking me to move early out of my apartment, due to all the damage. My year in San Jose was suddenly closing before my eyes. I burst into tears having to call my parents, in front of my manager and everyone there.

2020 has been the year of sudden closes. First with COVID-19 of my school and so many other places around the world, and now with me having to leave before my lease is up ending my year in California before any date I could have ever planned.

I spent all of Tuesday crying off and on about the stress, taking down all my posters, packing up all my books, and sobbing as I texted my friends and work team, who became like my family out here, that I was leaving.

I'm proud to say, I successfully didn't cry to today. I packed up more boxes and all my dresses, pull all the random things out that I keep under my bed (where else do you keep your extra mason jars for spells and potions), and started posting things on Facebook Marketplace (already got rid of two things, with a repeat customer coming Monday).

Why am I talking about this? Because, I honestly don't know how else to deal with it. Writing has always been the thing that makes me feel better, makes me feel some sort of purpose. But also, because life is weird and complicated and messy.

This year has done nothing so far but prove that. We are in a time of struggle and pain and hurt and things don't make sense. They just don't. But life is like that and we can't control it. We can run from it, but it does have a way of catching up eventually. Or, we learn to role with the punches. Things don't make sense sometimes, but just means we have to use that to make the best of a situation.

I've already sent my goodbye to my students and my partner teachers. My team has already declared at some point there will be a team trip to Missouri. My friend Sarah has told me to call her to tell her I'm alright. Yoletci and I are texting each other and she had sent me multiple tiktoks today.

And me? I'm just pushing through and taking it one day at a time.