It's moving day!! I've been counting down to this day like it was my very own personal holiday. But I'm not going anywhere. It feels like Christmas got cancelled around these parts. Or maybe like being all dressed up with no where to go. Only worse. I can't just change into my sweats and stay in for the night instead and watch a movie. Because my sweats are packed somewhere. And so are my movies. Living in organized chaos is only fun when I know it's a means to an end.
The rental application had a box to check 'yes' for kitty cat and I checked said box. As the landlord looked it over she read aloud the note I put next to this box: 'very clean', and then promptly told me everything looked to be in order and I was good to move in. Only I wasn't. Because that dang fur ball of mine wasn't welcome after all. Why have a box to check if it isn't even an option? My wise brother would say why ask why?
WHY ASK WHY??
And since we're kind of a package deal there's no reason to waste time thinking about the alternative. Going it solo. She's the grand to my canyon. The bees in my knees.... too far? Yeah, I know. She really isn't those things. She's just my cat. She must have known she was the cause of the upheaval yesterday. I plopped down on the sofa in a bit of sunshine and started surfing craigslist again and she was hanging around using every last ounce of kitty charm she had available. Lots of purring, lots of sweetness. You're forgiven.
Moral of the story? To once again prove that life goes the way it is supposed to even when it isn't going the way I thought it should. And I'm 100% OK with that. I'm not going to fall to pieces over something I can't control.
Home is where the heart is anyway.. If I could explain away the strong desire to move and just stay where I am I would. But as mentioned, I'm all boxed up and ready to go. It'd feel so very anticlimactic to just unpack and stay put.
A moving miracle did happen earlier this week. I really hoped it would. Had a feeling it would actually. I lost a tiny elephant moving into my current place. I've looked for it occasional the last couple of years because I knew I tucked it away for safe keeping. I found it the other evening as I packed my paint brushes. It reminds me of the day I walked an elephant in South Africa. That was a good day.
So is this one. Even with disappointment hanging around my peripheral vision. It's Friday. And it's sunshiny out there. And it's about time for the first bike ride of the season.
What are you up to this weekend?