Reflecting
Here I am in my hotel room in West Palm Beach, less than a month away from my 40th birthday, and a little over 12 hours away from my apartment interview. I'm excited and I'm nervous. It's like seeing the sun rise over the horizon.
I reserved a storage space not too far (I think) from my apartment-to-be. In it will go three pink storage bins I purchased at IKEA last week as well as several items I brought at Target today--two pillows, a kitchen cutlery and utensil set, several bath towels, a black laundry basket, and a case of toilet paper. Can't forget the toilet paper. Oh, and a black Playboy shower curtain and throw pillow from Spencers, because I wanted to treat myself.
Last night, I did something I do extremely rarely--I ordered room service. That's how exhausted I was. Food was decent if not overwhelming, but what do you expect from room service? Had time to kick back and reflect, such as I'm doing now. You know what? I like traveling. Well, I hate the getting there part, particularly if it involves an airplane (though fortunately, the flight coming down was quiet and only half-full, making it at least bearable--even if the satellite radio didn't work again.), but I love being somewhere new, I enjoy being in a hotel room and having someone else clean up after me, and I just love the idea of being somewhere that isn't home. Maybe that's why I'm looking forward to doing a mini-road trip later this summer, but more about that later.
I'm scared of not having an immediate money source (though some will be coming in via marketing projects), but I also know that if I don't do this, nothing will ever change. I tell myself that if I'm afraid to fail, I will never succeed. I also know the only person who has stopped me from moving out of my parents' house years ago was me.
I'm hoping this is a new beginning, the one I truly deserve this time.
I reserved a storage space not too far (I think) from my apartment-to-be. In it will go three pink storage bins I purchased at IKEA last week as well as several items I brought at Target today--two pillows, a kitchen cutlery and utensil set, several bath towels, a black laundry basket, and a case of toilet paper. Can't forget the toilet paper. Oh, and a black Playboy shower curtain and throw pillow from Spencers, because I wanted to treat myself.
Last night, I did something I do extremely rarely--I ordered room service. That's how exhausted I was. Food was decent if not overwhelming, but what do you expect from room service? Had time to kick back and reflect, such as I'm doing now. You know what? I like traveling. Well, I hate the getting there part, particularly if it involves an airplane (though fortunately, the flight coming down was quiet and only half-full, making it at least bearable--even if the satellite radio didn't work again.), but I love being somewhere new, I enjoy being in a hotel room and having someone else clean up after me, and I just love the idea of being somewhere that isn't home. Maybe that's why I'm looking forward to doing a mini-road trip later this summer, but more about that later.
I'm scared of not having an immediate money source (though some will be coming in via marketing projects), but I also know that if I don't do this, nothing will ever change. I tell myself that if I'm afraid to fail, I will never succeed. I also know the only person who has stopped me from moving out of my parents' house years ago was me.
I'm hoping this is a new beginning, the one I truly deserve this time.