One of many meant to get me back on track after the last year.
Meant to erase the expectations of “the nursery” and assist in paying down the hefty debt accumulated by those failed baby making attempts.
(Debt the IRS will also be helping to pay down, thanks to a big fat refund that was accepted on Monday. IVF wasn’t good for much last year, but at least it helped me with my taxes this year!)
The boxes have been packed though, the keys exchanged, and the lease signed.
New roommate is moving in today.
She really is a sweet girl. Easily the best of the applicants I met and showed the room to. A young college student, working and going to school, with an accent that makes me think she just has to be a good person.
Because yes – I am a sucker for accents!
The best part? She only needs a room until the end of the semester, at which point she will be moving home.
So if I find myself truly loathing having a roommate – it will only last until May.
And I can put up with just about anything for a few months.
I am both dreading and looking forward to this new addition in my home. On the one hand, I actually do really like living alone and having my own space. I like knowing that any messes are mine, and that everything in the house is where I would have put it (because yes – I am a bit of a control freak). On the other hand, I have had amazing roommate situations in my life and have walked away from those situations with incredible friends. And sometimes, it’s actually nice to come home to a less than empty house. Plus – I’m kind of excited to have someone to watch scary movies with. I’ve got a few coming up in my Netflix queue, and the truth is – it never turns out well when I watch them alone. A lesson I don't seem to learn unfortunately, and one that inevitably results in multiple nights spent lying awake listening to all the noises in my house and attempting to predict how long it will be before the bad guys/monsters/demons/ghosts come to get me.
But if I have someone to watch them with me? Someone sleeping in the next room who the bad guys/monsters/demons/ghosts would likely go after first (thereby, giving me fair warning to get up and run)… I'll sleep like a baby.
I don’t even care if this girl likes scary movies or not – she is totally watching them with me. House rules.
Beyond all that – I’m kind of in a funk. I hate to admit it, but I've been a bit of a train wreck the last few days. Definitely more emotional than I’m accustomed to, and without any real explanation as to why. I’m crying at the drop of a hat right now though, and it really does need to end.
The problem is – I can’t do any of the things I would normally do to pull myself out of said funk. Working out is out of the question right now, the sun is still not at full force in the Alaskan sky, and I honestly just do not have the energy for a girls night out just yet. Even dating is going to have to wait a few more weeks, because as much as I am jonesing to get out there and get my flirt on – there is nothing cute about a girl gingerly protecting her mid-section as she describes her still fresh incisions and the healing process involved.
No, it’s best if I stay contained in my little cocoon for a few weeks longer. But the hibernation is doing nothing for my mood.
Having a new roommate to befriend might just do the trick though. It might just be the thing to get me smiling and laughing again. At the very least – it will surely be the thing that ends the tears. Because I do not cry in front of strangers.
So, here’s to hoping that new roommate turns out to be clean, and quiet, and considerate. That she and I become fast friends, and get along with ease.
(Courtesy of Google Images)
Short of that, here’s to the next few months flying by.
And a wave of inspiration regarding what to do with that room next hitting me by summer.
