Leighlan calls this time in my life "full frontal tumult," but this morning I've decided that I'm going for my St. Elmo's Fire moment.
You know: when the blonde chick moves into an apartment, wakes up in the middle of the night and makes herself the best peanut butter and jelly sandwhich shes ever had in her life. Because it's her place and her peanut butter.
That's what I'm tasting.
True, I woke up with at 5:30 with a completely different movie and scene in mind.
You know: Jeff Daniels in 2 Days in the Valley with a chainsaw, cutting furniture in half. That must taste pretty good too.
But a pot of coffee later and looking around and knowing that I'm a week away from my own place.
I'm tasting the most delicious pb&j ever.