Hey guys! Long time no… talk? It would be futile for
me to try and explain everything that’s happened over the past few months, so
I’ll just say this: I currently live in Provo, UT with my oldest brother,
Stefan, his wife, Tycy, and their sweetest, cutest, most tender baby, Emery
(commonly known as Bloog, tiniest one, sweetest guy, or other names of that
nature). Hunter married sweet Laci Tee Clawson (now Laci Berry :D), and they
also currently live in Provo. That’s good enough for now.
Let’s jump right in!
I moved to Provo
sometime in the middle of June. Of course, that meant that once again I had to
stuff my life into my Baby Truck. It wasn’t as full as last time but still
fairly jam packed. For the first few weeks I slept on Schef’s couch. For those
of you who don’t know, that couch is probably the most uncomfortable couch to
sleep on, at least for long periods of time… or if you’re over 5 feet tall. One
night I decided that it might just be more comfortable to sleep in the cab of
my truck. It was pretty late. Schef & Tycy had already gone to bed. I
slipped outside and locked the door behind me, rather unfortunately so as it
turned out. My truck keys were in the house, behind that aforementioned locked
door. Ugh. Great. It was like 1:30 in the morning, and I was locked outside!
Perhaps most people would have knocked on the door or perhaps given their
brother a little jingle to let them inside. I, being the considerate sister
that I am, decided to do neither. There was only one logical thing left to do:
try to break into my truck. I crawled into the bed of my Baby. Well, it didn’t
take me long to realize that with all the junk in the back I wouldn’t be able
to get enough leverage to slide that back window open. With my option stream
run dry, I bunkered down for the night.
What with my
mattress being buried under such things as boxes and a table, sleeping in the
bed of my truck wasn’t as comfortable as one might think. In fact, it was
probably one of the worst night’s sleep I’ve ever encountered, though it might
not be fair to include it in the “night’s sleep” category, as I didn’t actually
do much sleeping. Finally, at probably 9 that morning I decided to see if
anyone was awake. Lucky for me, my sweet sister-in-law doesn’t do much sleeping
in. I was excited. I had made it through the night without any encounters with
hobos or anyone else with the same sleeping arrangement ideas as I had. Now,
you might think to yourself that there’s nothing too great about this story.
That’s just absent-minded Tess for ya. Well, here’s the kicker. That same
brother that I didn’t want to wake by calling or knocking was awake the whole
time. In fact, he watched the whole thing. He saw me crawling in and out of the
back of my truck bringing out chairs (and other such uncomfortable bedding) and
throwing them in the back of his car.
I guess the moral
of this story is this. Communicate. Don’t be afraid to knock. Also, be grateful
for what you have. Just as the grass isn’t always greener on the other side,
the bed isn’t comfier in the truck.
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