I couldn't count my reasons for contentment in this moment.
Very few things in life are more admirable than spontaneity. It's my running theme for 2013. Admittedly, there was a time when I would long for stability and one home and all of the things that would seemingly come with the idea of conventionality. But as I lay in bed on the cusp of this lazy Saturday, mentally walking through the whirlwind that is the past week's events, I just think...I'm fine.
Maybe I am still riding high on the fumes of newfound spring, but rarely does a day go by that I don't think about how happy I am with my decision to move to DC - even if the thought is only fleeting.
I thought I was going to write a post that outlined the week's events...about how a predictably routine five days turned into anything but...or how beautiful the cherry blossoms are this time of year, especially outside of the Jefferson Memorial at midnight...or I would write about how my boss was finally fired yesterday... and how everyone was so happy after the fact...and how sad it is that we were all so happy...or I was going to write about how I spontaneously bought a weekend plane ticket to Chicago...and how I should probably get out of bed and pack since I need to be at the airport in a couple of hours...or I was going to write about how I went to a baseball game and legitimately did not watch one inning...or how a simple happy hour turned into me walking into my apartment at midnight and finding my roommate passed out in our bathtub...or how after 7 months, I've finally met my neighbors and their names are Kingsley and Abe...or how I am very knowingly setting myself up for failure in an unrequited and nonexistent romance...or how I was woken up today by a man yelling through a loud megaphone outside my window with Soulja Boy playing in the background and I wasn't even mad...
All these things I could have written about, but I really think that my first sentence says it all. It's all that is important right now anyway. Plus, I have a plane to catch.