The Time of Miracles.

I’m driving down the road in my roommate’s car and I look down to make sure I’m not going more than five miles over the limit when I see the needle on his speedometer firmly set at zero. After reassuring myself that I was in fact sober (and with the way life’s been lately,  that was indeed my first response), I thought, man, what a freakin’ perfect moment.

I was driving along this highway in my roommate’s car in the first place because right now, my car is out of commission. A few months back, I drove off the curb whilst in the middle of an argument with the ex who inspired this blog and damaged the brake assemblage on my car. Having damaged this part of my car before, I thought to myself, Huh. That’ll be pretty bad in like three months. Future me’s got a lot of problems. And speaking as Future Me, yeah, I really do. I ignored the little rattle and then the little grind until one day I tried to drive myself to work, a day like any other, until my car started sounding like what I imagine giant, drunken robot sex sounds like.

Everything’s been so frantic lately and it’s been that way for a while. It’s not just me, but all my friends are feeling it. I’ve seen us hit the bar, fights with our significant others and even our work just a little harder than we did before. I guess it must be the season change. It still feels like summer every other day, but the leaves are changing and some days it’s actually cold. It’s hard to get a grip on Fall here, since most of the time it’s still flip flop weather , but you know the heady days of Sunday Funday summer and road trips and grilling are over. It’s almost the holidays and we’re getting old enough that they’re hectic and not just something we use as an excuse to drink. With this looming, and between the three of us living in my house right now, we’re dealing with  three jobs, three  busy social lives, two break-ups, two acquired handles of liquor, one car and zero money. We poured our last bits of cash into the gas tank of the beast we’re sharing and the last few cents down our throats. 'Tis the season!

And see, ya'll, even in this, even in this time where nobody's paycheck is cashed and we're texting everyone to find rides to work, where we cuss and walk into a house where people are listening to The Used in the dark, the internet is out and we're sharing a meal cobbled together by what's left in the fridge, I love my life. We’re so damn lucky. We’ve got each other to help us roll with the punches, to get through this time with punk rock singalongs, long conversations over drinks that we’re managing to make last an astonishingly long amount of time and so many memorable moments. And it’s been uncomfortable. But I know we’ll look back on this and it’ll be such a great memory, about that time we had to MacGuyver our lives together because everything chose to break down at once. We’re creating our own holiday miracle, with the bottles that somehow manage to get us through our broken hearts and no money days, pulling each other along with love and laughing and even when we cry, we know we’re growing and that we’ll get through this, this moment where I‘m hoping I‘m not speeding too much ‘cause I‘ve gotta get to work after getting someone else to work on time;  the best part though, is that we‘re going through it together. And I know looking back it’ll be such a tiny portion of time, over in a heartbeat, even if  right now we have no idea how fast we’re going.