So, sometimes things happen in life that are so weird, you think you are crazy. About 2 or 3 weeks after I got home from my trip, the fluorescent light in the kitchen went on the fritz. (FYI – I have witnesses besides the cat) Sometimes it would light up all the way, sometimes only a very little bit (like horror movie style), sometimes there was just a lot of flickering (you know, disco style). I called the apartment office and put in a work order two weeks ago and asked them to come after noon the next day to fix it (to be honest, I wasn’t sleeping well and didn’t want to take any chances with them waking me up too early) and no one ever came. In the meantime, wanting to avoid both feeling like being in a horror film and having a seizure, I stopped turning on the kitchen light. Yesterday morning, I was in the mood to get stuff done so I called the office and was all like, please come fix my light. No one has been here yet, but the light is suddenly lighting at its full potential. I find this so interesting because the bright light seems to coincide with the end of my pity party. I’m starting to feel better, relaxed and more at ease. Everyone was right, getting his stuff out of here is awesome. It’s all mine now. I have no idea what happened with the light in the kitchen but I can only think it is some kind weird thing like that plant in the movie ET.
Back to the pity party. I think for the most part it’s over. I’m not saying I might not have a hormonally related relapse, but right now, I’m feeling like it’s behind me. I have re-arranged the dining room such that I can sit at my cleaned off table with the placemats on it for meals which is amazing. I sat there this morning and drank coffee (half decaf/half Starbucks instant caramel latte) after breakfast while reading the Thorn Birds. In what world would I ever have done anything so decadent before? (on a side note- this is the first time I’m reading the Thorn Birds and I have never seen the movie- please don’t ruin it for me- I’m up the part where Mary Carson dies and Father Ralph moves away) I’m starting to feel like myself again and at home here – almost like what it was before never was. I’ve been waking up well before my alarm goes off (like somewhere between 6 and 7am) and I’m not napping really. Now, I’m not foolish enough to think that there won’t be moments where I will be sad or lonely but I’m hoping that those will be less and less with each passing day.
I’m going to wrap this up with one question – just how many painters does it take to paint an entry door at an apartment complex? Because I have literally seen 2 vans pull up and at least 6 different fellows!