It has come to my attention that I am in love with my new home. It's smaller than the old one, yes, but cozy and complete with pool, fitness center, and a patio/psuedo-balcony overlooking a retirement home's public pool. (*shudder) It's also cheaper than my old ghetto-hole of an apartment which was the main lure in the first place. (FYI, I hear financial prudence is the new black!) The entire place just has a homey feel to it that I delight in. I even sleep better, no longer plagued by reality-dreams and now firmly back into WTF-zone where people are plants and I'm a turtle-princess.
What amuses me about my own fondness is that it displays a tendency found in other aspects of life. A decision was made based on what was practical and logical and love blossomed afterward. It's almost as if my heart needed the go-ahead from my brain before it merrily saluted and exploded all over the newly cherished apartment. I wonder if it's actually a form of rationalization or coping...something to make people happier with what they need to do.
I truly doubt it will ever extend to my current career situation though - I've been stewing a delicious sense of injustice over that for 10 months and I think it's just about ready for eating. Something I did notice with my new second job in play is a Stockholm-Syndrome-like sense of loss over Microcenter. Call me crazy but, on some level, I miss the place. Until this weekend, my computer-store love!
So, in conclusion, life is weird, I love odd but highly sensible things, and my true nature is that of a turtle princess which I think we all knew. Bow! - - - - - Slowly.
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