I soon discovered the obvious: that putting all of this weight on my own shoulders was a terrible decision. I couldn’t be trusted with righting this rocky ship and (un) luckily for me, the iceberg known as “hospital bills” reared its ugly head leaving me no choice but to crash the bow headfirst. I wasn’t sure how I was going to pay these bills on top of my recurring bills all while going to school full-time. I searched for ways to make it work. I begged my managers at Subway for more hours. I used my credit card more often than I would care to admit. I spent the rest of the loan money from college. Still, it wasn’t enough.
The air had grown crisp earlier than usual on this late August day in Maine. As I drove up the long campus street to my designated parking lot, I rolled down the windows to take it all in. It was one of those serene moments in which I took a step back out of my mundane day-to-day existence and marveled at the gift that was life. In these moments, I thought back to that first time I stepped outside of the hospital – holed up for over a month – and it never failed to humble. I could have been dead never to experience this faux-fall day or the first day of classes that would be the propulsion towards my career.
As it turns out, the plates did indeed still belong to the Cadillac. For whatever reason, Dad hadn’t changed them over. He did have the insurance though, so I knew I could at least contest that. But what about that stupid “transportation?” Ugh, this sucked more than anything has ever sucked before.
Instead of worrying about the impending court hearing, I tried to focus my attention on more pressing matters– My first classes of college, my camerawork, staying warm, and our upcoming Halloween Party.