Last night I had Chinese with a friend for dinner. And my fortune? “You will soon be coming into a fortune.” So, hopefully, the Chinese are taking their fortunes seriously and I will come into a fortune of money. It will help a lot in regards to the job search, which is going pretty slowly.
Read another way, I suppose the fortune doesn’t have to be money related. It could be the fortune of moving in with my boyfriend – of being done with the long-distance relationship. It could be anything.
As the move nears I’m getting more and more nervous. I haven’t shared such close living quarters with someone since my sophomore year in college. We are no longer friends. I have had such bad luck with roommates and I’m hoping that it ends now. I know that we’ll have our struggles. I mean, seriously, how much ESPN can one person watch each day? I guess I’m about to find my thresh hold. But I also know that being without him for the past eight months has been terribly hard. I know that when we are together, things just seem right.
So in about 45 days I will take my last flight between the Bay Area and Orange County (okay, that’s a lie; there will be plenty others after that, but the last one of this kind) and move into my new(ish) apartment in Orange County. I will find a new job and make new friends (but keep the old). I will find nice restaurants and bars and explore Disney Land, Sea World and Magic Mountain; I will try a Dodger dog at the stadium and watch my cousins’ kids grow up.
I would definitely say I’m coming into a fortune.