I’d like to make sure it’s on record that this upcoming Monday will mark one month of spending no more than 3 consecutive nights in the same bed. Come Monday, my bed will move to a new location (and I’ll get to sleep in it for 6 whole nights before I go away to my work retreat).
Yes, I am moving back to LA within a week of Andrew moving away, me starting work-related activities, me turning 24 (still to decide whether or not I will celebrate), and me getting a tattoo. Can you say “NEW CHAPTER IN LIFE”?!? Clearly the tattoo will be the most life-changing. Just Kidding. Then again, I guess I’m not kidding. That mess will stay with me for life.
As much as I love it (life, that is) right now, I already know that I am about to put myself through too many transitions at once.
But back to loving life.
Tonight, as I sat in a cute little gastropub, eating my grownup lunchable (am I the only one who used to call them lunchbowls?) called something like “The Taste of Spain,” sipping my red wine, listening to Somatra play jazz, watching as she jammed with people I randomly used to know in 6th grade and freshman year of college, sitting with Sitha and Susana… I was so happy and at peace. And I thought about how it could possibly be that the last time that my small group got together was a month ago. And then I thought about how–
So many things have happened since then. Or rather, so many places. Observe:
Places I would have never expected to experience that suddenly… out of no where… happened in the past month:
-Panama… hugging monkeys, private islands with crabs and red frogs, staring at greenery along miles and miles of highway, etc
-Wisconsin… but how beautiful it was! I can’t believe that Andrew lives a 5 minute walk away from a lake with a beach that people tan on. What the heck.
-Rush concert. Men my dad’s age sure know how to be passionate about the bands they love. And they also look funny in bondage pants.
-Going to a block party and signing a lease for a giant house near USC. I can’t explain to most people how much I feel that this was supposed to happen. I can’t wait. When we arrived in the bay area late sunday/early monday at 4am, I couldn’t sleep because I was daydreaming too much about the house.
But man, oh man. Fast-forward a week and a half, and who knows when I’ll have time to sit down alone and process what the hell just happened.
