Love, Anonymous

Dearest Gentle Reader… just kidding. Hello dear friends. It’s been a while. I hope you’re well.

I almost made a post back on 06.15.24, but the creative spark left as quickly as it came. So much has changed since we spoke last. Life never slows down for anyone, it seems. While I normally like to let my emotions spin out onto this page with a wild ferocity, this post will be more of a catch-up.

The humidity has turned me into a seafood boil and my brain is the warm crab flesh inside the shell. It’s incredibly hot here, and honestly everywhere, and it makes it hard to think without feeling delirious. I am again in a new place, yet familiar. In May, I was finally able to see a new primary care. Tests were run, as they usually are, and two new issues reared their ugly and expensive heads. New diagnoses means more tests, more medication, and more bills. While I was already struggling to afford living in my tiny space on the third floor, this took things to a more uncomfortable place. Fortunately for me, a good friend of mine reached out around the same time. Having their own problems and needing a new roommate, I was quick to make plans and jump into action.

Let me just summarize the pros and cons of breaking my lease after only four months.

Pros: Safer and nicer apartment building. $400 less a month rent. Shared utilities. Parking garage. Bigger bathroom (not shared). Daily k9 companion. Closer to work.

Cons: Having to go through the annoying process of breaking the lease with my apartment complex who is known for being dodgy, not answering emails and never being in the office.

Safe to say, I didn’t take long (if any time at all) to decide what I wanted to do. Now, in July, I am in the new-new place and settling in. It’s nice to have a friend to talk to regularly, and a dog to snuggle with. Things are still kind of thrown around, but most of my things are set up and put away. I’m finally starting to relax. As stressful as moving is, even with a moving company to do the heavy lifting, it was more stressful than I could have ever imagined.

The day before the move, I took the work day off so I could take a few trips to the new apartment and move easy stuff. I will be bare-bones with this story to keep my anonymity but basically, I had two car accidents in one day. No way right? The odds? Against me. I have not had a car-related issue since 2017 and now, of all times, I have two in one day. Somehow, I got enough luck to get my car towed to the shop before they closed for the weekend, got a rental, and was still good to go for the move.

The following week, I also had an incident when out with my coworkers. A stranger thought it would be so funny to insult my appearance into a microphone at karaoke. While I froze in disbelief, my coworkers didn’t hesitate to rip this guy a new one. I feel so loved. I am so lucky.

2024 is looking to be my single summer era, so I’m playing Sabrina Carpenter, Chappell Roan and Taylor Swift on repeat. Trying to love myself first and most is genuinely the hardest thing I’ve ever done. While driving down the road, finally back in my car after missing it for a week and a half, I realized how happy I felt. It’s been a very long time since I’ve felt this way, and while single. I hope to see it continue, though the steadiness makes me wary.

Don’t forget to eat something. Drink as much water as you can. Get yourself a little treat; life is too short not to.

Talk soon, promise.
Love, Anonymous.