I have my keys to turn in. A lot of damn keys. A swipe card for the front door, a key for the back door, a key for the bathroom, a key for my office, a swipe card for the garage. That's more keys than my damn apartment. As the next several days go on, my key chain will get lighter and lighter until it's just my car key left.
I sort of feel like I'm doing the same with my life ... handing back the keys to this chapter and lightening the load. And then I'll start collecting new keys in a new place and start again.
God that was corny. I must be hormonal or something.
We did, a few weeks ago, travel out West to the New City. Despite a flight delay and soaking wet luggage when we arrived, the trip went well and we found a great place in the neighborhood we wanted -- a half a block from a burrito place. Packing is coming along and even Helen the Cat seems relatively calm about the whole thing. I am pleased at how smooth this is going, but still recognize (not tempting fate!) that something could get irritating or complicated. I will deal, I will deal.
I'm not sure of the purpose of this post ... just checking in I guess. And that whole bit about the keys sounded better in my head anyway.
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