The Best Four Days

Well. I moved to Utah... for 4 days. It was awesome. But now I am back in Tucson. Let me explain a little.
For starters, me and my saint of a mother were packed and on the road by 7 am on a Friday. The trip started off without a hitch, we took our time and even took a small scenic detour through Sedona. We stopped for lunch and looked around the town and then went on our merry way. I think both of us were secretly surprised at how great my truck was handling it all, but neither one of us wanted to say anything to jinx it. We made it all the way to Page just fine where we stopped for gas. I filled up the truck and my mom went in for a bathroom break. But when I went to turn the truck on, nothing happened. It was the absolute worst feeling, so automatically I go to call my dad. Part of me didnt want to call him because this was exactly what he'd been talking about for the last few months. But I didnt know what else to do, so I called. Meanwhile my mom comes back and I tell her whats going on. My dad gave me a few suggestions, so I popped the hood and grabbed my tool kit he so lovingly prepared for me. As my mom is literally hitting my battery with a wrench a thousand people (mainly indians) are driving by, staring of course, but no one offers to help. Even the highway patrol guy that pulled in behind us to fill up was staring at us, and again didnt even offer to help. I was furious at this point so I made my mom go ask him for help. Anyways he ended up jumping us and the truck started right up. We went and waited for help and Wal-Mart for 10 min. before we just went to O'Reilly. We went in to ask for help and this boy walks out. Right off the bat he looks like an idiot. And about 15 min of him trying to figure out how to tell if my battery was dead or not, he confirmed my earlier theory. It was beyond hot, and I was incredibly irritated at this point, so my mom went back in and asked if someone could come help him out. Finally after forever they tell me my battery is dead. Not a big deal, its a pretty easy fix right? But as the new guy is putting my battery in he says, " I can fix your battery problem, but I cant help you with that crack in your radiator". I wanted to cry. Luckily the crack was up higher, but still it was leaking coolant faster than normal. So I went back in and bought a gallon of coolant, contemplated calling my dad, and then left that awful town. Oh and not to mention its almost 5 in the evening and were not even in Utah yet. We make it to Kanab get some gas, check coolant levels, which were perfect, make some phone calls, and we were on our way again. Everything is going great until we reach that spooky part between kanab and the highway where its just rolling hills. Its dark and me and my mom were just talking when all of a sudden a ginormous, and I seriously mean huge deer comes out of nowhere! We missed it by maybe 6 inches. I have never been more scared in my entire life. I spent the next hour on pyscho deer watch. After what felt like days we made it into Provo. It was 1 am. I was irratated, and extremely tired. Jackie ever so kindly met us outside the apartment to help unpack. The apartment however was a whole other story.
As soon as I walked in I wanted to cry. Even my mom was taken back with it. She instantly told me to relax it probably wasnt as bad as I was thinking, and I instantly told her I just wanted to go home. We unpacked everything and then I passed out. Waking up was like being stuck in a bad dream. My mom was texting me at like 7 saying she was ready to go, and that the apartment was actually worse in the daylight. I attempted taking a shower, but was sicked out and opted to wait till we got to my moms friend Margis house. Once I got showered and ready I felt a million times better. Being with Margis family was an instant mood lifter. They are the funnest bunch of people to hang out with. Jackie even met up with us all later on for lunch, and then we pretty much stayed with Margi in South Jordan for the rest of my days there. One of the days us girls went to the Branbury where I was supposed to live to see if I could by chance look at another apartment to see if it was any better. We met a girl who let us in her apartment. She lived with some freaky people! For starters one of her roomates was obsessed with dungeons and dragons. Enough said. The next one she described by saying she looked like snookie, and that she took her free tanning a little to seriously. And the final girl, literally had her cabinets under lock and key. Im not talking little diary locks, but heavy duty chains and locks. It was scary. Needless to say it wasnt exactly what I was looking for. We heard about another apartment complex and decided to go pay it a visit. The place was like a stupid mormon add. There were a bunch of kids all over the lawn playing volleyball and hanging out. I immediately wanted to live here, a group of guys asked if we needed any help and were super helpful at answering our questions since the office was already closed for the holiday weekend. It was a nice way to start off the rest of our weekend which was spent enjoying Utah and taking in all of its beauty. We ate out, had a bbq, hung out in Margis amazing backyard, watched fireworks, drove around and just enjoyed the company. Tuesday finally came which was the day my mom was supposed to fly home. We had talked about the reality of me staying the night before, put together a budget, and talked about what would happen when my truck really died. After lots of tears I decided it would be better for me to move home and save up a little more money to buy a newer car before I tried to move states.
Shout out to my mom for cancelling her flight and opting to drive home with me instead. We left that night and drove to St. George where we stayed the night, and then got up the next morning and drove the rest of the way. I think the only thing that could have topped that trip off was if my truck caught fire, which was honestly a real possibility. Not only would we be stranded, but literally everything I owned would have gone down with it. See theres silver lining in just about everything.
So now Im back in Tucson, just hanging out with my 2 best friends, mom and dad, and trying to figure out what Im supposed to do next. Life is good and has a funny way of working out. Lesson learned, its not the smartest idea to try and move states with a measly $700 in my pocket and a crappy vehicle. I'll do better next time. ha.