I think I’ve finally weaned off my boxful of prescriptions from last week’s surgery. Now, with several new holes in my mouth evident only to me, I’m a whole week closer to transplant time.
Last week my brother bolted from Minnesota in a van cramped with seven college dudes on a spring break road trip stretching from Nebraska to Colorado to Nevada. My dad asked for daily updates via text. So far we’ve got: “Day 1…alive.” “Day 2…alive.”
Suffice it to say I’m getting cabin fever. I miss DC. I miss late-night metro rides with stranger passengers whose behavior could easily land them a viral video or two on YouTube. I miss working next to a church so old that Jefferson Davis once prayed there. I miss lapping tourists on the sidewalk just because I like moving fast.
My parents knew I’d feel like this as soon as the anesthesia wore off.
So, to remedy things, my dad came to New Ulm yesterday with a two-pronged approach: look at used car lots in the hopes of finding some cheap wheels whilst stopping at all brown (historic, to the lay person) signs along the road.
Anyone who has lived in New Ulm knows you need a car or you very well may go crazy. Coming from DC where the Metro gets me around just fine, and without any junkers lying around to borrow, I’ve begun my car search. “You’re almost 25,” said my mom. “It’s time.”
So with an eye for used car lots, my dad and I drove to Sleepy Eye, stopped in Essig for fun, out to Courtland, and back again, stopping in between for the sights: a string of coyotes creepily hung by the hind legs in someone’s back alley, the hill overlooking New Ulm where Indians camped before they attacked the town during the Civil War, an old shack beneath the smokestacks that my dad swears was a good bar in the 80s.
Things are also moving in DC, where my roommates have graciously packed my belongings to be shipped to the Motherland. Since my lease ends in early summer, I’ve found a sublet.
No more living in a DC apartment building where Russian spies hide out and local Pentagon-types make you look like a weakling in comparison at the gym, but there’s plenty of fun to dream up around New Ulm, too.
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