
Today, I’m going to pay the balance on my trailer and spend the night in it! My instructor walks me around the outside of it all – his first trailer was the exact same one – and as we walk inside and he shows me the stereo, Fleetwood Mac is on. Music is often and indicator for me and I connect Fleetwood Mac with my dad (there’s rumors he slept with Stevie Nicks). “A girl always needs her dad,” I say as Landslide plays.
Afterwards I’m waiting for my turn with the financial department so I call the rental company to ask what time I need to return the car tomorrow. He checks the contract and says there’s been a request for an extension until the 28th. “By whom?” I ask. “I’m assuming the insurance company,” he says. “That doesn’t seem right,” I say. “It’s…. unusual…..,” he says vaguely. So for some unknown reason, I’ve got more time. I just shake my already realing head. It’s like some little cosmic humor. You got it all in time, and now the time changes.
Someone comes to talk to me about insurance. I’m a bit scared after the talk I had this morning with an agent in Wisconsin, but we get a quote started and I get called back to financial to write my last out of state check. The guy and I start to talk about life, connection, Florida, and my tattoo comes up. His anniversary is a few days away and he and his wife got married to the song that the words of my tattoo are from. That’s kind of wild; in the midst of wild. I’m starting to feel like I’m in some sort of a magical Christmas snow globe. I’m signing forms upon forms, all with just my signature, all saying it’s mine.
The insurance lady comes in with a quote that’s barely more than my policy for liability on my bug, and it’s for full coverage AND it’s for my truck and trailer. “I don’t know what to say!” She says, “how about ‘thank you'”. Yeah, that’s a good one. I just can’t believe it all.
I go to my new little home and I start to unpack the rental car. I turn on the stereo and this time I hear, “I’ve got two tickets to paradise.” This feels good.