As I got ready for work this morning, I couldn’t help but think…this can’t be real. I can’t be staring at myself in the mirror, brushing my teeth in a house I own. I own! It’s a weird feeling. I am thirty years old and own a house. That is way too adult for me.
But I managed to get up this morning and work out. Upper Body PiYo. I dread Sweat tomorrow. Which I am going skating tomorrow after work, so I don’t really need to do Sweat, but I am going to so I can keep it up.
I have not slept well these past few nights, despite being in my own bed. I cannot wait until I get used to my room. I really cannot wait until Nelson gets used to everything. Maybe he won’t be so needy at night while I am trying to sleep. I woke up to three new scratches on my arm. I don’t remember him doing that last night, but I tried to block him out.
Hopefully I won’t wake up from this and find out this has all been a dream and I am back at my parents house.