Sometime in the past few months, I’ve started looking at things a little differently. Just looking out my balcony, realizing the sky and trees and all that look pretty–prettier than they used to. At first I thought it was getting contacts. Then, on my trip last week, I was constantly in awe of how gorgeous the clouds were (and, FTR I was wearing my glasses 😉 ) whether it was beautiful and sunny, or gray and stormy. It’s pretty awesome to look in the distance and be able to see that it’s raining. So, at that point I thought it was just the flat-ness of where I was traveling, that let me see so many more clouds etc. at once. Then I got home–nope, clouds are just as pretty here as they were out there, even if they’re not as prevalent.
Oh. So maybe the clouds aren’t any different. But I am.
And then something happens and I feel like I take a giant step backwards.
We got an offer on the house last night. A really good one. And Seth was too busy on a date to discuss what we should counter. Ugh, I got so angry.
I really don’t know life, at all.