There must be something in the water here at my apartment building because in the last six weeks, five tenants have given notice. W.T.F?! They are killing me swiftly and painfully. I told Universe that no one was going to move out this month and guess what? The Universe didn’t listen. That is SO LIKE the Universe. Hmfph!
Normally this would not flip me out but do you understand how trying to fill apartments with good tenants can suck any available free time out of a person’s schedule? Last month the move outs interfered with my trip to Portland to help Jenny Two Times move into her new place. This month? Well I will be goddamned if I am missing my upcoming trip. Absolutely not!
You see, weeks ago Bird wrote me saying, “Jonesy, I miss celebrating your birthday with you. I miss you! I want to come for a visit.” (She calls me Jonesy.) It needs to be stated that Bird is the mastermind behind the whole birthday lovefest that happens every year on my birthday with her gentle (ahem!) prodding. She’s the one who starts it off and others follow her lead (a hard act to follow). I thought about it- about her and birthdays past surrounded by my California friends, thought about Angelou and how I missed her and the ocean and my thinking tree and I knew that where I wanted to be when I turned 36 was there with all of them.
So I booked my ticket while tipsy from a few glasses of wine. (Kids, do not try this at home.) You should have seen me triple checking the dates and times before hitting purchase with my liquor lenses on. It’s moments like these I am not sure I should live alone . . . or rather, be grateful that I do.
For five glorious days I will be basking in the warm California sun amongst my oldest friends. But wait! It gets better! When I started to plan my itinerary like I am wont to do, I began to feel a bit frazzled. Me, without a car, and too many people to see and places to visit and well, it just seemed like the smart thing to do so I booked myself a little vintage cottage ridiculously close to the ocean.
It is perfect. See? —–>
This is what I want for my birthday: to be in the city I used to call home, surrounded by people who love me just as I am, spending contemplative time under my thinking tree, taking long walks along the ocean, breathing in and out like the tide as I welcome in my thirty-sixth year.
Is it April 16th yet?! I WANNA GO NOW.
So you can understand while having open units to rent is causing me distress. Hear me now and listen to me later Universe: No tenants giving notice is going to stop me because I desperately need AND DESERVE this break.