So, I’ve made it through my first week of living alone and I gotta say it wasn’t that tough . . . it was kinda very easy. Even doing the dishes is an enjoyable task because they are MY dishes and I love them and want them to sparkle. I’ve never had this before. I’ve never felt like a place or things were mine and mine alone. Everything was always tied up with some man . . . speaking of some man . . .
I had visitors this weekend and during an impromptu psychic reading it was revealed that I’m about to meet someone new . . . tall, lanky (yes, I know I said I gave these sorts of boys up) with dark hair (I also gave up blondes, remember?) and he drives a truck (not sure if this is his living or his half-tonne, but there is a truck involved). Apparently this guy is going to come out of nowhere, sweep me off my feet and be “the one.” I don’t know if I believe in the concept of “the one” I’m more of a “the many” type of girl 😉 but I’m totally up for being swept away. That could be fun.
Other things I learned from the reading that I can share are:
— my grandmother’s got about 5 years left, so this current trip to hospital is not the end
— Abby is an angel
— Samuel is extremely intelligent and very good at figuring things out
— I’m exactly where I’m supposed to be for right now, but I won’t be staying in this apartment for very long because I’ll be moving to a larger place with the guy who’s going to sweep me off my feet
And of course I was drinking a little bit too much wine during this session, so a bunch of stuff is pretty fuzzy. We had a great visit though and I’m looking forward to doing it again.
Listening To: the birds chirping from the trees in the backyard
Hair: time to get at those roots soon