Movin' On...Up? Uh...Weezy?
A little back story. When Seb was 18 months old, he and I moved into a small two bedroom apartment with my college roommate. I was a very young, very single, and very ignorant mother of one making my way through the world. I was in my early twenties and assumed that I could conquer anything. I would do it all...with a toddler in tow, no less! I fell in love with our little abode. It didn't hurt that everyone was so welcoming. For example, Nikki and I scored numerous (like 10) free pizzas with one free pizza coupon because the delivery guys were just too sweet and accommodating to redeem it. But I digress. This little apartment was perfect! It was light and airy with brand spanking new everything. In case I haven't made it clear, I have very fond memories!
Cut to eighteen years later...as in today. Sigh...
Over the past eighteen years I have lived in numerous other places of residence. I have rented, owned, built, you get the idea. I have lived in fixer-uppers and in the home of my dreams wherein I poured my own blood, sweat, and tears. And I don't mean figuratively.
I'm just going to stop right here for a second for a wee rant if I might. Building a home is not as entertaining as one might think. For instance, did you know that the perfect shade of outlet covers matters to some people? Oh and I simply must have one extra block in the basement so I can swing a golf club...said no woman ever! Yes...good times, good times.
So back to the absurdity of today's developments. I will prefice this by admitting that the situation is, if nothing else, kind of funny. After living with my sister for a few months and then my parents for two, I now have a place of my own to call home. Go me!! It's a small, two bedroom walk-up...exactly above the digs from 18 years ago. And by exactly I mean that out of the more than 200 other apartments I could have acquired at this complex, I just so happened to end up right back in 1998. Go me:(
Given this assumed travesty and given that I have stepped back in time nearly two decades, I am pretty jazzed about my new place. Yes, it has clearly lost some of its shine, but whether it is from its years of aging or from mine, I don't know. Probably a bit of both. We've both been through a lot. So it's kind of fitting.
Tomorrow I begin a new adventure. I have resolutely high hopes about my new place, the coming year, and about the future in general. What doesn't kill us makes us stronger. Right? Onward and upward!
Oh and I might even score a free pizza or two. Go me!