All I wanted to do this morning was sleep until 7 am. I wasn’t asking a lot. But instead, at 6 am, I heard a distant alarm go off. It wasn’t my alarm. I tried to ignore it, but it was just loud enough to be annoying. One of those constant, “BEEH BEEH BEEH…” ones that never quit. After waiting 5-10 minutes for it to quit on its own, or more hopefully because the owner or one of my roommates had turned it off, I decided I was going to have to walk down the hall, find it, and turn it off. As I opened my door and entered the hall, something weird happened–it got quieter. “Weird,” I thought. Maybe it had stopped? I stepped back in my room. Louder. And then it hit me–the alarm wasn’t it my apartment. It was either the room (and thus apartment) below me or the apartment above me. Well, this meant only one thing–I was awake and wasn’t going to sleep anymore.
Top this off with a nice stomach ache that I worried was caused by something I ate yesterday. After leaving my apartment and feeling so much better, I drew the conclusion that it wasn’t anything I ate, but instead the foul smell of burned eggs that greeted me when I got to my apartment last night. P.S. the alarm was still going when I left at 7.
Now people might think that I’m worried about living with Sav after marriage. Personally, I’m so thrilled to be rid of roommates that I could shout it from the roof of the SWKT. I can’t wait to clean up only messes that we create. Only wash dishes that we dirty. And only have to smell foods that we cook. I can’t wait to have our own space. I also can’t wait to not have to leave and go to my own apartment. Being engaged stinks, because you can see the light at the end of the tunnel, but you can’t coax the driver of the train (yep, this is a train we’re riding through the tunnel) to go any faster. But sorry all my friends still left on the other side of the tunnel, I’m not coming to visit. But I’ll send you a postcard.
Currently listening to: “Where Did You Go?” by The Mighty Mighty Bosstones