So I move in fifteen days.
I am getting a little nostalgic, like when I dropped off my library books, I had a little tear, knowing that never again would I fight off a geriatric for the newest best bet.
Or sitting on my porch first thing in the morning, sipping my tea, hearing the birds chirp, (sure it was the first time I had done it in the last ten years, but) it was sad that I would not have the opportunity to do it any more.
Or hanging with my brother, whose time is now divided between girlfriend and psp; I threw a little hissy fit, when the girlfriend intruded on our pre planned one on one time, or rather I sulked like a two years who isn’t getting her way. Very petty and very childish, but really it’s a very emotional time for me….why oh why won’t the world bend to my will???
I am also getting a little nervous. Two months ago ‘people’ were raving at how great a time it was to buy a place, how prices were going up and up and up. I personally attended a few condo release parties for new developments, where the Formosa was flowing and people were signing on the dotted line faster than you could say “Do the Fandango!” Times were good.
Now I open the papers and it seems like the financial Armageddon is here. Stock markets are crashing, the dollar is dipping, and doomsayers are going on about the housing market bubble bursting. Not great timing for withdrawing all the money I do have floating out there, or very reassuring, considering I’ve now sunk every dime I have into four immaculate rooms.
Oh yes and there is the little matter of massive change going on at work, my car needing new wiring, and my relatively new iron dying….when does an iron ever die? I swear in India they still use irons from the 20’s.
So yesterday I looked up Murphy’s Law: you know the phrase “whatever can go wrong will.”
So very apt
In the midst of this all, I am feeling very calm. Things will work themselves out Inshallah! (That’s a Dubai phrase for you, meaning, by the will of God)
So instead let me focus on all the good things I anticipate for the move:
~Converting those ugly cabinets into my dream bookcase…. Nerdy, but I do so love my books, and yesterday when I packed them all up, I am not ashamed that I hugged a few.
~Walking around butt naked, whenever I want
~Going for long walks that end in ice cream
~Having lazy Sunday afternoons that consist of having the window wide open with the sun pouring in, whilst listening to the blues pour out of my ipod
~Having my flava flav party, with thirty or so of my closets flava flav guests and scaring my neighbors in wondering which crack head has moved into the building
~Cooking my first meal, from my trust “Betty Crocker cook book for two” I found it in my book collection, and it’s a lovely book from a long time ago, that hands out cutesy advice to a newly wed, on how to make her husband perfect meals and also how to conduct herself in a manner becoming to his ‘position,’ Ill pretend that Trevor has a ‘position’