Life and Stuff

I woke up nervous again. My house still has no renters. “God, please let it rent, God please let it rent,” I chanted while lying in bed, trying to open my eyes and come alive to the world. When will I wake up not thinking about the house? I finally rolled out of the covers and threw on some work-out clothes. I have been trying to get back to the gym. Now that I am living near my favorite gym, I have a little more motivation to get into shape. I showed up surprisingly on time to the Pilates class. The woman leading the class said it takes thirty sessions to actually experience change. I have a few more to go, unfortunately. I wonder if it is worth it to keep trying, as I will be leaving the country in a month. Still, I enjoyed the class, so I think I should keep going even if I don’t make thirty classes. Upon returning home I rummaged through the fridge and pulled out two eggs, sliced turkey, a small onion and some Havarti with dill. I whipped up a tasty masterpiece and chowed down while gulping my homemade vanilla latte. I love the taste of bitter coffee combined with sweet vanilla syrup. Bitter-sweet–just like my life.

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