I'm spending tonight in one hostel, next week in another. I sent 20 or so emails to people looking for a tenant last night. I'm going to do that for many more days. Mr. sent me a carefully curated list of possible homes with an email template I can use to make the process faster and less stressful. I'm not anxious anymore.
Two nights ago, my last night in Phoenix, I was anxiously packing and repacking what I really wanted to take with me on this non-vacation. I was anxious that I haven't yet signed a lease. Bianca reminded me that I've spent much, much longer in entirely different countries with much, much less with me and I've been fine. This would be no different. Just a long vacation.
This morning, I carefully sketched a tiny map--how to get from the Powell station to my hostel; how to know when I've gone too far. Mr. laughed and reminded me that my phone can also do that. Oh right. I'm not in another country. I'm not on vacation.
But I did find an old church to hang out in front of all afternoon. Maybe a little on vacation.
This will be a great opportunity to expand your wardrobe! I'm picturing a lot of layering.
ReplyDeleteWow, I didn't know you moved to San Francisco! How crazy exciting and bold! I have a friend up there who has gone through a lot of housing fiascos, so she might have some advice. Let me know if you want me to connect you two!
ReplyDeleteP.S. You are a beautiful writer. It sounds like I'm just having a conversation with you.