Oh God, it's true you should be careful what you wish for. My mind is far more powerful than I admit. The way things are looking, I ought right now to wish a tall, dark and handsome man appear at my door and take me to Cheesecake Factory for dinner. Why? Well, I've always had a think for brunets. And I love Cheesecake's Bang Bang Chicken and Shrimp. Woof! Everyone should try it at least once in his life.
I've been living alone for about ten years (save for the year my ex-fiance lived with me. I'm not counting that though. He was short). The other day I just said to a friend that I'd been really thinking about what's the most important priority in my vast collection of current priorities and the answer was: debt reduction. So not sexy, I know. But there it is. I figure I can win the lottery (I don't usually play though, so my odds aren't very good), find a sugar daddy (any takers? Anyone?), reduce my spending (sigh...) or get a better paying job. I'm seeking a better job. And lo and behold, a way to reduce spending has fallen in my lap. A friend is buying a house and she invited me to come be a roommate. The house is great, the company's lovely and the rent is cheaper. Looks like I got what I asked for, right?
But, ah... there's the whole packing thing. I detest packing. And by detest I mean, I would rather have my eyelashes plucked out with a scalding hot Tweezerman than pack up my home. Usually when I move into a place I stay a while. In Brooklyn it was over four years... my last home was three and a half... and this place I've only been for a bit over a year. Surely this is too soon to be pulling up my roots and heading five miles north (further into the valley for God's sake). I've only begun to nestle in here. I haven't even slept with a neighbor yet! Though in all truth I could have. And may still. But only if he gets his kissing game up to par.
In my new home I'd have a pool and a backyard... I can see myself eating breakfast on the back patio, pink laptop at hand, tweeting of the warm hues of the day's rising sun, or of how men should never wear too much cologne... you know, whatever important notes fill my mind at the top of the day. It could be monumental. Maybe the extra 15 minutes I'd need to drive to LA proper would be worth lounging at the pool and then washing my bathing suit for free instead of hoarding quarters and driving to the laundromat. I could finally start parking at meters again. I've had to hike blocks from a free parking spot to a restaurant since I couldn't spare a quarter for the meter. Do you understand what kind of freedom that would mean??
I think at this time my mind is made up: I'll hire professional packers to box up my current place and then outsource someone to unpack my things in the new place... I'll probably leave town for a few days while it goes down, maybe get my groove on down in Puerto Vallerta. Or wait, where did Stella go to get hers back? Maybe I'll go there. Actually, maybe I should go get my groove ahead of the move, and bring back my new friend to do the packing and unpacking! The possibilities are endless. I just need to start.
But first maybe I'll have a piece of chocolate. My life's about to be turned upside down. I may as well enjoy this moment while it lasts.