Savannah Lacey
Bio
I'm here to write like the wind!
Stories (2/0)
Stuck in a Truck
From California to Pennsylvania, I drove across the country in my Toyota Tacoma pick up truck. I had turned in my notice at the job I had happily worked for a little over 3 years as a home care aid. I sold my only set of furniture I owned at a consignment store, packed up the little blue truck (thankfully, I am a minimalist) filled up the gas tank (which was straight robbery, as gas prices in California are astronomically high, especially when driving a truck!) and then I was finally off! The anticipation leading up to this point was unnerving, to say the least! There were times that I had to force myself mentally to prepare, but also balance the daily tasks of life by just taking one day at a time. It was all I could do to just live in the moment, while also prepare for the future. Easier said than done. Securing a new, higher paying job was a complete God-send, as I was applying for remote work, and a variety of other jobs I was qualified to work for. It was a bit overwhelming to see so many job opportunities that were hiring. The main drive (pun intended) from moving away from California was that it was no longer serving me financially, and I had been in a long distance relationship for the last 6 months and we were anxious to be married. We filed our marriage license in the state of Pennsylvania and are happily engaged. Now, the real task is at hand that will test our relationship to the fullest when we make this long journey together. We said a prayer before we set out, and turned on our favorite music. Leaving California, we had to get through one of the Northern red wood forests. My stomach was all in knots as I drove through the winding road. Huge, looming red woods on both sides threatened to thwart me on my journey. But I sang my heart out to the music in order to gather my courage.
By Savannah Lacey2 years ago in Motivation
Mad Woman Roommate
She had stayed for months at a time completely alone. It was a 4 bedroom apartment, that she had all to herself for months at a time. The closed doors with the letters labeled A through D were her only constant reminder that these rooms would one day be filled with roommates. She dreaded the day that would be. She herself stayed in the room with the letter B on her own door. She liked to spend her time pacing the hallway every single night of that apartment. The carpet became so matted overtime from the constant back and forth from her mindless walking up and down it at all hours of the night and parts of the day. It seemed a way for Sally to try and escape from the sad reality that her children were taken from her a few years ago. She was seen by society as an unfit mother. Indeed, so she was. She faced each empty day inside her subconscious being, reminded of this truth. She listened to blaring, vulgar music from her phone as she did so, to try and drown out the little voices she heard inside her mind. She would get high and stick her head under cold water from the bathtub periodically, just to gain a sense of reality. Her empty and alone reality. She would then proceed to pull her short brown hair straight up, as water dripped from the stiff locks of her hair. On the nights she wasn't doing that, she was "entertaining" male guests, as a way to pass the time and help keep her loneliness at bay. She commuted back and forth on a motorized bicycle from her apartment complex to work everyday. At least on the days she decided to go to work. She worked as a delivery driver for a small local garden delivery service and was given the opportunity to load and deliver fresh produce from the neighboring areas from this establishment. On the days she was stuck in traffic, Sally Flehm would take time to shoot random pictures of herself and her surroundings and post it onto her social media. They were the most obscure photos that were completely unorthodox and sporadic to ever hit the social media platform! In fact, this was her constant state of being. Whenever she got into an irrational manic state of being, she would repeatedly take pictures of random things. Spilled wine, her dead potted plants, her body, her nails, and even a scarf draped across her ceiling fan. The most eerie pictures, show and telling of a woman who was completely out of her mind.
By Savannah Lacey2 years ago in Psyche