A few days ago Stephanie asked me, “what in your life are you happy about. Right now?”
The question–so simple, yet so deeply complicated–caught me off-guard. And of course I didn’t have an immidate answer. I’m in one of those “so close but not yet” stages: awaiting the end of the semester (stress…) and a completely different type of schedule next semester (joy!), quitting my job (sad) but will soon have more time (awesome!), Christmas is coming and there is giddy anticipation, mom&dad are moving but in the meantime there is much work to be done, someday soon I’m going to have to start thinking about finding a job (which is exciting, but endlessly tiring). The list could go on and on.
“My apartment,” I answered. Such a lame thing to find happiness in. But it is consistent. And home. And decorated the way I like. I’m getting ready to start this period of my life all over again, but at least I have a home….for now. And someone there who is willing to wait for me to eat dinner.