It’s been one hell of a month and I’m only 11 days in..
There’s been misunderstandings, spiteful words, the only screaming match E&I have ever had, realizations made, a short-lived bust up that lasted the time it took for us to sleep it off, a resolution, found a place, transferred my job, set a move date, set a job start date, bought things for apartment, lost said apartment, realized I’m the client that scares people into giving me what I want, traumatized my skin cells, fell back into the bubble, celebrated a milestone, delayed big plans in exchange for making other big plans, applied for 5 new places and now I wait with baited breath.
So, not exactly traumatic but this is about as hectic as my life gets. I’m blessed with pretty cruisey circumstances thank goodness, so I try not to complain too much. I’d say the only way you can tell I’m stressed is by looking at the whopper zit on the tip of my nose. Now all I need is for some slacker real estate agents to return my emails and for Saturday to hurry up so I can inspect some apartments!
Dear Zit, please please please pop, dry up and flake off already…
