A week later...

A co-worker, Beth, told me that this was a new beginning for me...a new house...a new car...a chance for a whole new start. Which, normally, might be okay. But combine it with a car accident, teaching an initial training class (from 2-10 instead of 8-5) , and a family reunion and I smell a recipe for disaster.
A week before closing on the house and 4 days before inspection, I was on my way to work when a woman made a left-hand turn onto SW Blvd before checking to make sure BOTH lanes were clear. I ran right into the side of her car, both airbags were released and I was dazed. I think I closed my eyes for a second because I knew if I saw the impact, it would be a shock. When I opened my eyes, I saw the bags partially inflated and smelled a burning odor. Not certain if I was hurt, I slowly moved my body and felt my legs and arms to make sure nothing was broken.
Nothing was damaged except the car. The other driver did ask if I was okay. I remember thinking three things - 1. oh my God, I'm going to be late for work 2. And our family reunion is tomorrow 3. just let me be okay
She was on her way home from work. She had just ended her shift at KU Med. And I was on my way to work. She called the police and we waited. It didn't take long. They came, asked questions, asked if I needed medical attention (I was sore but nothing was broken) and asked if we had called a tow truck. I hadn't, so I did. And I called my boss, my co-worker, and my parents.
My dad and uncle arrived to escort me to a body shop and leave me my dad's van for transportation. We had the car towed to Marcus Allen's dealership were I was told that the car would probably be totaled out. The repair estimate was for $4500 and the car was only valued at $3500.
So, my car was totaled, I had only begun to pack for the move, I was going to have to look for a car and I also spend a weekend in Oklahoma to pick up my mother after her trip to Miss. with my sister and uncle.
Moving was one of the most painful things I've ever experienced. And it's partially my fault because I didn't have everything packed because I didn't realize how much stuff I had accumulated. And there wasn't a lot of time to get anything packed anyway. However, I thank God for the movers because they moved the big pieces and about 35 boxes. But I ended up with about 15-20 more boxes and other items that I ended up transporting in my rental car and my parent's van.
So, now, a week later...it's Labor Day and it's the first day that I've spent the most time in my new home. Since the moved started, I've not had a large block of time to enjoy it. Even the day I signed the paperwork, I had to return to work to find out who was going to be in my training class. I didn't get to take time off or even celebrate. I did, however, drop by Just Desserts to say HI to my friend Debi.
I'll find some time to celebrate in the near future once I get more stuff settled. But now I return to unpacking boxes and watering my maintenance-free lawn.