So now I'm back to where I was: soon to be homeless and hoping to find an almost as fabulous home that I can comfortably afford. But I'm not panicked like I was a few weeks ago. I do believe that things happen for a reason, even if it takes me a long ass time to figure out the reason.
I think of my adult life in chapters according to my addresses:
- my first apartment on my own after graduate school
- my apartment with Nora
- my apartment with Max
- our condo
- my current apartment, back to living alone
It's scary to not know where in Ford I'll be living three months from now, or I'll be owning or renting, but exciting as well.