My soon-to-be landlord called today to see if I still want the apartment. He said that there are a lot of people who are interested in the apartment but he really wants me to take it if I'm still interested. That's really cool.
Reeling from the anticipation that this phone call elicited--of course I headed to the nearest thrift store looking for something for my kitchen. I wasn't particular, I don't have anything for my kitchen except for a set of dishes and one pot. I was in the mood for anything. Three dollars and seventy-five cents bought me an ikea french press and two mismatched coffee mugs. I'm determined to not have any coffee mugs that match one another and no mugs featuring business logos of any type. Unless it is awesome. Today I bought what I know will be my most favorite and frequently used coffee mug. I will keep it with me for the rest of my life. I can't show you a picture right now but I'd be happy to tell you about it. It's clear with a giant, bold, black "E". I can't place the font, but it is not Times New Roman. It is magnificent. When there's orange juice in this cup, it doesn't even look like an "E" anymore, it reverses the focal point and you're looking at the orange and not the black. God, I love it. In the store, my eye fell across this cup and I said, outloud, "Mmm yes." It's funny how people have no interest in the things you're looking at until you're interested and then suddenly it's like this is the only thing worth buying in the whole place. Today that actually was the case, though.
I can't wait to put together my house and show you. It's what I've been working for for the past seven years of my life. My. Own. Place. God, I can taste it!
Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.