Sixty

This is my sixtieth blog entry. One for each second in a minute, for each minute in an hour. I think of just how much has changed since the first blog entry I wrote, and it is truly astonishing. A new city, a new job, a new life. Suddenly we're on the cusp of homeownership. We've overcome an incredible fear, in what happened in august. We've survived living in the place that we have been, and everything that comes along with being in that place. We've learned how to be in Vermont. We've made friends. Made progress. Made some mistakes. Made some margaritas.

Oh god. There have been margaritas.

It is 6:29 and I am at my desk at work still, the last person in the office other than the slightly creepy guy who sits upstairs and doesn't ever talk to me. I am so happy here.

I want to be funny, or insightful, but I guess for now this is all I have. I'm too tired for insight. Last night I woke up, wide awake at 4:40 a.m. For anyone who is even remotely familiar with me, you will understand that this is not a pleasant or welcome state for me to be in, unless I haven't yet gone to bed. I am a night owl. I laid in bed and tried to understand why my stomach was churning and my heart was racing. I thought of clients, of getting work to the printer and god if I have to hear that woman talk again I will just punch myself in the face, I thought of the house that we are trying, trying, trying to buy. I thought of my Mom, and her appointment today to get checked up and be sure that the cancer hasn't come back. Everything I thought of just made my heart beat faster. So I counted the minutes. And eventually I fell asleep. About sixty minutes later.

How quickly things change.