Yesterday I was awakened from a hazy sleep with a text from my landlord asking if I had a check ready for rent and I popped out of bed, immediately wrote one out, and handed it to her as she ran by with her dog, Pepper. Even though I felt a bit chagrined that I had forgotten to put the rent in the dropbox a day before, ran out with a sweatshirt hastily pulled over my slip and was caught sleeping in like a teenager- I was grateful.
I’m a bit shocked.
A bit nauseated, a bit jittery, and all sorts of excited- much like I’ve drunk too many espressos.
The reasoning for this is we finally, (sigh) finally found an apartment.