OK, so it’s a mini move.. A move within a move. I left my short term apartment rental in Falls Church into my new non-permanent home (LOL) well, at least I will be here for two years. The funny thing, we say we own houses, we own property but in the end, we own nothing. From dust we come and from dust we shall return. Lease, rent, buy a car or a house.. what difference does it make to the universe, that knows no time? It’s humans that assign value. It’s humans that assign a timeline.
I’m happy to start a new timeline in this apartment. I cannot believe how convenient my new location is. I’ve got 3 ways to get to the highway. Did I mention that the GPS rarely takes me the same route twice, since I’ve been in the DC area?? So I got 2 different options to hit the main highway, I’m at least 7-10 minutes FROM everything, from Bed Bath and Beyond, to Target, Home Depot, Harris Teeters (Whole Foods equivalent for those out of state) and just about anything you think of. Yes, coffee houses and Pho Vietnamese noodle. For now I can’t complain.
Last night I had one too many fires I had to put out. I was out shopping at IKEA in College Park at a very fine hour — yes, when it’s nighttime and everyone has gone home. I got SOO much done in two hours. Then, I drove home in light traffic and by the time it was 9:30 PM I told myself there ain’t no way I’m cooking and cleaning. Let me just stick a gluten-free pizza (which is prescribed by my doctor) since it’s no fuss, no muss. YEAH, I make plans and God laughs at them.
The stove from the 1970s was a gas stove..No digital buttons and preheating is NOT really needed. I went to the bathroom thinking NO rush..only to find a cloud of smoke in the hallway. I quickly grabbed my pizza threw it in, and turned on the fan. Crab, this 1970s fan has no power in it!!! Argghhhhhh!! It’s either low or medium-low, no such thing as High. Then, lucky me I hear the smoke detector beep. It continued and finally I opened the door to see a curious neighbor. He came in to see what as going on. I’m still on high-emergency alert thinking I’m going to burn the apartment complex down on my third day. Turns out after opening a few doors and using my towel to swoosh at the detector, I was able to put out “fire.” Meanwhile, my pizza was still cooking. Whew..I got to eat. (Thank you neighbor, for your moral support and suggestions!!!)
Well, now I realize my bathroom clog was not fixed and I knew, from reading the reviews, that getting service done here was not ideal. I quickly googled Target hours and see that they close at 11 PM. Yayyyy Target. And as I mentioned earlier, I was 7 min away from everything. Got my new Target designer plunger. Whew..The night was rescued. By Bo or by God, I got what I needed done.
Can’t wait to find out what my remaining week will be like. Lean not on my own understanding.
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