It has been a challenging week. I’m not going to go into it all (what do you think this is—a blog or something?), but there have been a number of fabulous things (so many good parts of my new house) and a number of things that have been kind of a drag (it was a mistake to get on the Metro going the WRONG DIRECTION today after work making me late for Quinn pickup), but all of it has been a lot of work, full of changes, and super stressful.
There is a light at the end of the tunnel though. Alex and I are going to Key West in one week and five days. Our 15-year anniversary was last month and we are celebrating by going away alone together for the first time since I was pregnant with Sam. You know, thirteen years ago.
If I can make it until our departure date, once I get on that airplane, no one can make me do anything. No one will be able to make me unpack any boxes or move things from one room to another. No one will be able to make me paint or clean or epoxy a house that I am no longer living in. No one will be able to force me to do anything but go swimming and maybe visit Ernest Hemmingway’s cats.
I might even go running. Imagine that. Also, I’m going to look for crocodiles.
I can’t wait.
Twelve more days. Twelve more days. I can get there. Even if I get there by starting out going the opposite direction and have to get off my train, run across the platform, and finally get on the right train going in the correct direction.