Tonight I drank diet dr. pepper out of my most expensive wine glass, watched my cat play on the balcony and thought: so this is how it is. Newly divorced, newly single from dating the Mexican, newly “empty-nest mom” of a college freshman, new place to live, new job… oh my God, I’m Patti LaBelle only sad.
Monthly Archives: August 2009
Seen in the “adult” section of my new Hobby Lobby:
We have contact! I have the internet! (big exhale). Geez, that sucked – that moving thing. At some point in the last days of packing up a house to move to a bitty townhome/apartment, I cried to the Mexican that I didn’t think I could do it. I’ve been working steady overtime and I felt completely drained and exhausted.
The Mexican said to me he knew I could do it. “And you know how I know? Because you have to.”
But he also said to not worry because he had my back. And boy did he come through. I don’t see how Andrea and I would now be in our new home if it wasn’t for his coordinating the move.
And driving the uhaul.
Where will I go next?
Aw, I think I’ll settle into this cute little townhouse I’ve been trying to clean and organize in the evenings. I just may stay here for awhile.