But even as I write that I think, "Wait a minute. Am I 24? That doesn't seem right." Oh, but it is right. I'm 24.
I woke up to Tom moving around the apartment early, early. He was either doing something secretive or just randomly up and around at an odd hour which is very usual.
He and I went back to sleep and now I'm the one awake and "active" while he's snoozin'.
I'm thinking about walking down to Dutch Brothers and getting something ridiculous that I haven't had since my barista days - like a coconut mocha. You get a free drink on your birthday and it's so nice outside! We have a window open, the fan going, the Sun is shining.
The view from my window is great - I love this apartment, it's a good way to start my 24th year, a nice new apartment (that's in shambles still!).
Last night it was homemade pizza, the Olympics and babies at our friends John and Jessica's. Tom and I had our eyes glued to the T.V. during commercials, so unaccustomed to them as we are. We kept cracking up at ones our friends had seen a million times over the course of the winter games.
I got to tell 3-year-old Kate all about my beloved dog Cookie and life with sheep. When she went to bed the rest of us talked about myths and legends and theorized about dragons. And when the night was over Tom and I walked out the door and down the street to our home. We couldn't remember the last time we were able to do that. We think everyone should move to Springfield.
I don't know what I'm going to do today. There's church and then... we have nothing planned. I've been so caught up in school and moving I haven't had a chance to dictate terms. Though I did mention the rollerskating rink quite a few times to no outright resistance. I can't imagine Tom skating around in a circle for hours though.
Anyway, so far so good.
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