I’m warning you now. In about 24 hours I am going to get very obnoxious; I am going to start posting pictures all over Facebook like people do when they get engaged but since I’ve developed a habit of doing things ever-so-slightly backwards, they won’t be of a diamond ring but rather of the keys to my new house.
I’ve spent the past few days freaking out, painting furniture, freaking out, wandering aimlessly through Ikea, freaking out, revising my syllabi for the new semester and freaking out some more. I did enjoy a brief and lovely reprieve on Monday night when I went to the European’s for dinner a movie, which turned into dinner and the US Open (and then very much not dinner and not the US Open…) but now that I have just a few final hours before plunging myself into a lifetime of debt, home repairs and—oh yes— the dizzying but euphoric realization that I will finally have a proper “room of one’s own” I am freaking out again.
I am also thinking I should probably get a haircut to commemorate the occasion. All of life’s great events should be commemorated by a good haircut. (Especially considering that my last trim took place in April, cost $18 and took all of fifteen minutes.)
Wish me luck.