Little after 4 yesterday I was speaking to Eddie, who we all know as my main contact at Honda about my car. Reminding him I was told I would get it back Tuesday. He said the car would be ready by 5. That’s exciting news so I spring up, get my stuff out of the rental car and fill it up with gas. Return the car and get a little ride over to Honda. I get Gwen and start to pull out of the parking lot and call Jason with my wonderful news. He happens to be driving by on his way home from work. Not 5 minutes out of the parking lot, Gwen starts to shake. I tell Jason as I try but don’t remain calm getting to the parking lot he is waiting it. He sees the RPM (maybe?) are really low. We call Eddie who is mad too that my car isn’t in perfect working order and to let him know if it keeps haven’t issues. Well after Gwen stalling twice last night, we took her right back to Honda. Id really love all this car drama to stop. I have had enough to last me years and years and then some of yalls.
Update on the boxes, well, the post office guy wasn’t very helpful. So unhelpful that I still have the items that are not mine because he wouldn’t take them because I didn’t have the box they were shipped in. Nevermind he needed the address that was on the boxes and I could write those down for him, he needed the box. Beyond frustrated since I called the 1-800 to ask what I needed before driving down there and not being told I needed the box. My mom though, got a little light at the end of the tunnel. The USPS sent her pieces of a box asking for what believe was to be in them. This is yet another box that I’m missing items from (my shoes). wrote out a list of items, in which she is gonna turn in along with the claims report I have. At this point, I just want to leave the box of items that are not mine on the counter of not so helpful guy yesterday and walk away. What is he gonna do, really? So, all of that to say there is a step in the right direction with this, but still too much drama.
I just want to be settled. I want my car to help me do that, I want my things to make me feel at home and moved in. But those just don’t seem to be “in the cards” for me so to speak. Its hard not to doubt that this is where I should be. That these big stressful things are not sign that this is not right. But I’m not really doubting, frustrated but not doubting. I don’t understand why Jesus isn’t doing what I want (but don’t we always?) but I know He’s here. That hope those that not even days ago wanted, I really would love some of it now.