I guess it was only about a week ago that my boss quit. Well, he quit on Friday and then got fired on Monday. That. . . doesn’t even make sense anywhere else.
I’m starting to feel like myself again.
Turns out I like myself.
And I told my mom about Ted moving in. That felt good.
And I’m glad he’s moving in. It feels good to think about a future with someone without panicking at the direness of it all.
I love him and I love every street I’m walking down, but I love that one in particular. Maybe we can move there next.
I love my hypothetical apartment on 6th street. It has a garden.
And I love New York. I walked through Thompson Square Park by myself, and all the aggressive homeless men have been replaced by laughing children and well-behaved dogs. And the sun is at the most perfect angle to reflect off the windows and on the other side the daffodils are blooming. When did this even happen? Maybe I should take a picture.
But when I look back at where I came from, the shadows aren’t as nice. I’ll just remember.
We have dinner plans with friends. Oh, and I got a raise today.
I like where this is going.