Must Have Done Something Right

Yesterday was the big day! Shelley and Steve arrived last night, safe and sound and only somewhat dazed. I spoke to Shelley not too long ago, and their stuff is currently being loaded into their house. My new roomie moved in last night too, and we'll slowly start setting our own habits.

My life this whole summer was about discrete events: moving, CT's visit, the Esses moving in, having a roommate. Now there's just life.

But man, what a life it is.

I went for a drink with one of my pride makeout friends last week, ostensibly to have a conversation I might fully remember. At one point, well into the evening, the Born Ruffian asked me if I liked my life.

Maybe I was a little lightheaded from the drinking, the kissing, but in reply I used a word I often think, but rarely say out loud. I looked at the ceiling, spread my arms as wide as they could go, opened my mouth.

"I feel blessed."