When we put the property on the market in 2008, Kira and I began the monumental task of clearing out generations of the Clarks’ personal belongings from the house. The accumulation of “stuff” in the Comfort Island mansion fit the definition of overwhelming. For one hundred and thirty years clothes, artifacts, and wares of every description had been brought to the island and almost nothing had left. A solution to streamlining what one wanted to keep became more difficult after the local community banned burning. In some of the seldom-used closets we found bags of trash that never made it as far as the first floor.
We were all ready for off at about 1 o'clock on the Saturday, I was expecting a long journey as I had been to the same campsite the year before and it takes about three hours on a good day. But thankfully we didnt get lost on the way so we got there just before tea-time. Quinny and I waited in the car while my mum and dad signed us in and got our pitch number. Number nine was our pitch this time, which wasnt that far away from where we were last year. I'll just tell you one more thing about last year then I will move on, I met a girl called Vicky who I spent most of the holiday with.
Our trash bins at home generally only have one bag worth of garbage a week. Most of the waste we produce as a family is usually recycled. My recycling bins at home typically are full by the time of the week that the garbage man comes. I would consider a large majority of the recycling bin to be filled with plastic bottles, containers, and plastic milk/orange juice containers. The other smaller part of the waste is less bulky, flattened cardboard, paper, and cans.
I had created a new life in the few short weeks that I had lived in Flagstaff. I found a family in the friends that I made, and wanted to see them again, ask them about their weekends and simply make sure that everything that I made was still there. My fears although real and still there, be it below the surface, are truly leaving. I never thought that I could feel safe and comfortable outside of the nice cushy box that I made for my self in the previous chapter of my life, but I stepped out. I ventured farther than anyone else in my family ever had gone.
The bus had six stops I noticed that there were more boys than girls, the six hour ride was long and boring. When the bus stopped in front of a small campsite I couldn’t have been happier to see the ground. I looked around and realized that it wasn't as bad as it looked; I could still use my electronics, have air conditioning and what not inside the mediocre looking cabins. I was sharing with four other girls; one room was enough for five people. After we had unpacked, we were called down to the center lodge, our only administrator said that throughout the three months we were here, we would bond and get to know each other and to do any of that we would need to introduce ourselves.
Granted, I knew that they were not expensive items, but it was a source of pride for me to give my friends the final count of packages after Christmas was over. Qua... ... middle of paper ... ...I did, and each of us handles money very differently. I recall how much emphasis I put on the number and quantity of “things” I had or received and the pride I felt at having a large house, or the new cars my mom would get. Perhaps part of my personality, the prideful part, plays a large role in my struggles with money.
I had not looked over or updated my resume and cover letter for nearly a year, so being able to have a chance to make corrections to them was a great time saver. I also found the peer reviews over the resumes and cover letters to be constructive in that they allowed a fresh pair of eyes to rake through some of the mistakes I may have overlooked. I will undoubtedly keep referring back to this course over the next few years when I am out in the job market looking for my future dream career.
Jim had since passed his responsibilities to a worker in named Larry in the shop. Finally, on September 13th the vehicle was returned to Sam but still not fully repaired until the last minute. One of the main issues plaguing the service department of Cranston Nissan is the lack of quality control. On multiple occasions, a repair was made to Sam’s vehicle only to be returned to him with another issue or the initial problem left unsolved. Sam’s vehicle was dropped off for rust repair but was returned to him with: wiring faults, faulty rubber, broken security system, broken rearview mirror, and more over a three week period.
With my options being few, I decided to sign a year lease. Only one more month before my lease was over, that’s when the unthinkable happened. It was a slow but hectic day for me and all I could think was showering, eating dinner and going to sleep. We finally arrived home and everything seemed to be normal. With groceries in hand, I decided to give my oldest daughter my keys to open the door.
By this time my eyes had adjusted to the dim lighting just enough to make out the cabin-like interior around me.It was nearly bare other than the small moth eaten couch and rotting coffee table. This place had to have been abandoned for several years. I reluctantly started to crawl towards the conjoined kitchen, in fear of falling if I stood up, and began searching for something to help my bleeding scalp. I felt around the broken cabinets and countertops to no avail. I opened a rather odd looking cabinet, still in perfect condition, and reached inside, but quickly pulled back my hand in shock.