The Lost Land of Glove Compartments

I've been noticing a specific theme in my life this year---it seems that the problems I keep encountering are ones dancing around the ideas of patience and reorganization. The best example of this is the most recent of events. I had been scheduled to fly home on Sunday--plans in sorts, I had quit my job and shipped the majority of my belongings home to beautiful Hawaii. As the weekend approached I finally decided to sell my car. Putting up an ad on craigslist I eagerly awaited calls. In preparation I searched for all the paperwork needed only to discover that my car's title was nowhere to be found. When I say nowhere---I mean NOWHERE.

In conclusion, I've now canceled my Sunday flight to await new car papers to come in. I've now had to push back interviews that were made on the return home and worst of all, I've now postponed The Great Move that I've been anticipating for so long. So far I'm unaware of the exact lessons to be learned, but there sure has been some reorganizing and patience required these past few days.

I won't be saying goodbye to Ashland for a while now. During my time here I hope to make it worthwhile. I've learned at least one lesson---Check your glove compartment, things get lost there. It's magic, I swear.

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