I was scheduled to go to the House on Monday, per the instructions of one of the SMs I had to report to the clinic at the health department at 8am. I went there and I felt very weird, first I went to the wrong part of the clinic, so I has sat in the wrong waiting area for almost an hour, I felt very dumb. So once I found myself in the right place, I talked to the lady at reception, where I nervously informed that I was there for testing for the house (I had no way how to explain it otherwise). She was very nice and kindly informed me that I would for that visit and all subsequent visits, ‘ask for a letter’ whenever I came in. Apparently that’s how they know who we are.
I headed home, and put my luggage in the car with the help of the hubby and we were on our way. I got to the House and I was in awe… it was surreal to say the least. My butterflies just multiplied by 10. I rang the doorbell, and waited in anticipation, the buzzer rang and an older lady opened the front door (I later found out this was who I had talked to on the phone). I walked in and she told me to leave my bags up front (they check all the bags that come in) and to follow her to the front office.
I filled out a bunch of forms and they asked me by what name I wanted to go by- I told them …. (hehe, I’m not going to tell you) and then they asked me for any cash or medication (no & no). Then after a quick tour of the house, she showed me where my room was and where I could find sheets to put on the bed.
Later that night, one of the other SMs showed me how to do a line up, it was pretty interesting. They told me that I would have to wait until tomorrow to get my sheriff’s card after I cleared from my STDs text. So after that I went to my room to set it up.
I took a shower that night and it was very interesting in the sense how something that seemed so simple became very complex just because of where I was. Something as simple as shaving my legs or putting on lotion, became like a sacred ritual. Then I went to bed. I thought I was going to be restless, or start to regret my decision, start self hating or something of the sort. Honestly? I had never slept better.