Welcome April, and goodbye to a March of house renovation, exes appearing out of thin air, tornadoes whirling in the Midwest.
To shower comfortably in my old empty apartment, I crank the thermostat to 71 and shut the bathroom door to trap the heat. Leave my keys on the carpet next to the thermostat so I remember to turn it back down before I leave. Trying not to run into my upstairs neighbors again when I scuttle to my car, keys to at least three places jangling. Living a little bit of everywhere for 50 days now, toothbrushes in dopp kits and travel shampoos.
Just a few weird weeks the group chat assured our coworker (and friend!!!) Amanda about Illinois spring, just before she moved here from Austin. When the tornado sirens went off on her March birthday, we said welcome to the midwest ha ha ha. Tonight, more tornadoes to the west, and while we waited for the all-clear we texted about our margaritas, grouting projects, dogs taking one kernel of popcorn so gently.
Last night at the potluck Henry made a reference to a joke Alen and I made up for game night about a year ago, and a year ago dawned on me with such joy, and back at his house later we marveled together a year ago! A year ago we were waiting for a shoe to drop, and it turns out there can just not be a shoe.
The zinnias and poppies reached for the artificial light I plugged in above them AND curved toward the sun at the same time. Broke free of their seeds so fast it felt sci-fi.