Post by Deleted on Feb 7, 2013 18:39:08 GMT -8
Since moving here and opting for a possible job at the Academy; through the mounds of packing and transporting everything he needed over to his new location, there had been a number of times where he had been asking himself just what in the hell he had gotten himself into. Everything came with him and he somehow managed to get most of it into his gun metal grey Mustang GT; this included a majority of his horror and sci fi movie paraphernalia, clothes, the dog, boxes of God knows what, and anything else he assumed he needed without having to buy new sets of when he arrived. Despite his best attempts to travel light, most of what he needed was not going to fit in his two door coup, so in the long run, Curtis ended up shelling out a couple hundred dollars to hire a moving team simply to transport a few of the larger items with him to his new location.
Arriving at almost midnight the prior evening, Curtis had settled in a pet friendly motel near town until he could figure out what he was going to do next. Living a day or two out of a motel room and styrofoam containers of takeout was nothing new or out of the ordinary for him since Curtis had many times toured around the country with his band--albeit what could be considered touring for a local band like Dead Air was more like booking gigs at different venues which was successful most of the time though shows often got cancelled.
Thank God I didn't end up buying a horse. Curtis had considered it at one point or another, but looking back on it now, the idea of making arrangements to transport a horse was enough to give him anxiety in itself. Hands shoved in the pockets of his hoodie, he made his way into the Main Office of the building, dark eyes darting from one side of the room to the next in trying to figure out just who he was supposed to speak to regarding the transfer.
Arriving at almost midnight the prior evening, Curtis had settled in a pet friendly motel near town until he could figure out what he was going to do next. Living a day or two out of a motel room and styrofoam containers of takeout was nothing new or out of the ordinary for him since Curtis had many times toured around the country with his band--albeit what could be considered touring for a local band like Dead Air was more like booking gigs at different venues which was successful most of the time though shows often got cancelled.
Thank God I didn't end up buying a horse. Curtis had considered it at one point or another, but looking back on it now, the idea of making arrangements to transport a horse was enough to give him anxiety in itself. Hands shoved in the pockets of his hoodie, he made his way into the Main Office of the building, dark eyes darting from one side of the room to the next in trying to figure out just who he was supposed to speak to regarding the transfer.