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 imagine the heavy thrum I hear when inside an airplane being similar to that of what a baby experiences in the womb.
Take one look at my planner and you’ll understand why I’d like to schedule my coffee with you two weeks in advance (three weeks if it’s dinner), why my kitchen looks the way it does (horrible), and the reason I have to hit up the gas station every few days (thank the Lord for low petrol prices).
Once in a while I’ll get an email from WordPress exclaiming “Your stats are booming!” and I can only scratch my head and wonder why. I haven’t written in over a month- and I can feel it in my bones.
Over the past few months I have been working my little caboose off towards something I am extremely, legitimately excited for. It seems that time and effort has paid off.
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.