3rd Street Money

This time last year loyal readers will recall I was sporting a kick-y black walking cast, buying dresses like they were truly going out of style, and randomly finding significant sums of cash on the sidewalk. About a month ago, I lost the same amount of cash (25 dollars) somewhere between my office and an appointment and felt it was a karmic return of the same happy windfall for another lucky person. Tonight while walking the dog, I found a ten dollar bill on the same street I found 25 dollars on last year. When things like that happen, I'm still paranoid I'm on 'What Would You Do' but I also feel lucky and I wonder what good fortune awaits. It feels neat. Maybe it will involve Dave who is very cute and kind. I'm pretty sure being attractive and nice is a job requirement if you are a bartender but maybe he lights up just a little more for me. He works at a pub on 3rd Street, the street I keep finding money on and tonight I want that to mean something. I want to think God is keeping me here because of him because it is as cosmically beautiful as continuing to find money on the street that broke my ankle.

I'm doing that thing again. It's sinking in that I have one year left here and I'm returning in my head to a place of anticipation for wonderful surprises. I would have left this summer with some regret for some places I didn't go or see but it still would have largely been a good thing in my mind to leave. I tried to leave but my escape attempts failed. So now I'm feeling like the sitcom girl whose friends all pretend to have plans on her birthday so they can surprise her. I'm over the dejected feeling and teeter-tottering between giddy expectation (oooh this is gonna be GOOD) and fear of crushing disappointment (yep, they did totally make plans on my birthday--fuckers).

So here's to Dave, sidewalk money, writing, career, siblings as roommates and everything else that I hope turns out exponentially better than I could have ever hoped or imagined.