It feels good to bowl

Wow that most definitely deserved a bowl post so Im glad it got one. That's a lot of crazy things to happen at once so first let me say that I know youre probably feeling overwhelmed but I really do think everything happens for a reason so hang in there. It will all make sense at some point.

Now on to the actual things. The bed bugs thing doesn't surprise me as a general issue since bedbugs are a problem many people face in the city. I think my roommates actually had them the year before I moved in and had to get the place exterminated so yea it happens. It is a funky coincidence that it would happen during your sublet forcing you to move back home but in a way it did seem like all signs were pointing to you not being in the heights. I dont think it was a mistake per se...more like a trial run for something that is to come.  I definitely do believe in signs and this does seem like a big one but I would say don't let it discourage you because to me it seems like a positive sign. I dont know why but for some reason it seemed like you were settling with the heights and thats not what you deserve. I think when you do move out its going to be an awesome thing which you will be very excited about and something that is going to end up being a very positive thing in your life.

I do think to a certain extent not being home will always feel weird. Its been almost a year for me and it still feels weird. It feels like I belong at home and Im just pretending to live in the city. I know though that I was meant to move out at the time I did and that while there will always be growing pains ultimately I made the right choice for me. But that doesnt make it any easier to come back from home after the weekend is over.. ( I like how Im telling you this as Im supposed to be making you feel better about being back at home but what can I say in a weird way Im jealous).

I do completely understand about the trip having snuck up on you though. As much as I love traveling and seeing new places I feel like trips ALWAYS sneak up on me. Before you know it youre scrambling to pack and plan things last minute and wondering why you would ever want to leave home but ultimately that also adds to the awe of being in a new place and thinking hey I actually did this.

I hope thats how it is for this weekend ( Im going to Arizona did I tell you?). I originally just asked Ela on a whim because I wanted to go to Zion and it somehow ended up working out with dates so I booked it but now im feeling really meh about it partially because originally I thought I would be planning a lot of it but now her friends are also coming and as they all know each other it seems like their trip with me just tagging along. Also my sister is coming to NJ this weekend (baby's first trip out of state!) and Im sad to be missing that even thought I know I just saw her like 2 weeks ago but still. I know all this is just me being stressed out for no reason Im sure I will go and have a great time but still cant help but feel meh at this point. So yea I really get what you are saying about not having everything booked and planned but as you said that is part of the adventure. You can be like those girls who laughed at us in the airport before going to Norway...

The whole thing about Coby is incredibly bizarre. I dont even really know what to say about it except that its incredibly bizarre but yes I completely get why you would be bursting during that conversation.

Other than what I mentioned before Im doing alright. Its weird because just like you a year ago I was in such a different place and now Ive taken my GMATs once and work in a different team at work and live in the city. And yet sometimes I feel just as stuck and just as anxious that life is just passing me by. Maybe this weekend will help get rid of some of that. Or maybe this is just what being in your 20s feels like.

Also if Shavuot is this weekend then I will be away but if you meant next weekend then I will be around. Otherwise Im also free for dinner next week ( I leave on thursday this week so I should really pack tommorrow).

Life Updates and Other Unimaginative Titles

Hellllloooo there, 

So last week, one of my roommates found bed bugs in her room.  Fun stuff. I found out last Monday when roommate #2 forwarded me the email that confirmed that Roommate #1 had bed bugs. Then neither of them answered my calls for about an hour. I'd been at home since Saturday night for Mother's Day, so I just went home again Monday night while I processed. In the morning, my mom dropped me off at the apartment to clean. I did laundry, brought stuff to the dry cleaners and the Laundromat, stripped my bed, threw everything in my closet in the dryer, and bagged every single thing in my room. I know that it doesn't seem like I should have a lot of stuff there, but as it happens. It took me about 5 hours to do everything. And I didn't even do everything! I got to work at 1pm. Luckily, my team covered from me, and no one seems to notice when I'm missing at this place. 

To make a long story shorter, the people come to do the treatment 3 consecutive weeks. They came last Wednesday and only found anything in Roommate #1's room. I also have felt nothing, no bites, no itching, not even the paranoid psychological kind. We brought everything home on Sunday, and it's all bagged in my garage. Rebecca, from whom I am subletting, said the girls are going to try and get out of the lease early, leaving me off the hook for July and she's going to split June with me. So that's a relief money-wise. And that's the end of that I suppose. I'm going to need to take things out of the bag, but we're waiting to make sure my room turns up clean again this Wednesday, though I'm pretty confident it will. It's mainly for my Mom's peace of mind. I'm of the belief that there's nothing on any of my stuff and this whole week has been nothing but the annoyance of precautions on top of precautions. But, on the off chance I'm wrong, I want to make sure I'm doing everything her way because as bad as it was to bag my room, the though of what I'd do if it got into the house is really just plain terrifying and overwhelming to think about. As far as we know though, everything's clean. All my clothing has been laundered. My jackets, my purse, all dried on high heat. And now I'm back living at home again. 

The whole thing has just made me feel slightly defeated like there's nothing I can do right, but truthfully it is a mixed blessing because it means I don't have to worry about "getting my money's worth anymore." Especially since my mom booked a cruise for July 7th. So I leave next Tuesday night, get home June 18th, then leave again July 7th. No complaints here...

Still, it's hard to not see it as a sign. The problem is- a sign of what? That I shouldn't be living in the Heights? That it wasn't the right time? That there's a reason I need to be home? That I shouldn't be in NY at all? Or was it all just a serious case of bad timing upon bad timing? It's really difficult to not think about it in those terms. Especially since these events seems to really strongly center around my living plans. Last year at almost exactly this time, I was super serious about London, and my mom had to have radiation for cancer and Midnight died. This time around, Mischief died, I moved out anyway, and then come the bedbugs, literally- literally- forcing me back home.  

I won't say this is the worst part about all this, but my trip has kind of snuck up on me, and I don't have as much done as I would like. I realized this last week before the whole thing starts (Crazy sidenote- the apartment I booked in Innsbruck is Lia's old apartment... WHAAA???), but then all of my spare time and brainspace has been dedicated to sorting it all out. I guess it'll all be worth it when I get on that plane. And maybe I'll need to wing it a little more like all the bloggers do. Maybe it means not having everything booked and planned. Maybe that's not the worst thing. Plus, my travel books are in the stupid bags!!! I mean come on. 

Then something else happened today that made me just want to floor and laugh forever. Remember Coby? Eric's cousin. You'll recall, surely. Anyway, he just got married on Thursday (I'm not even going to go there)... Rena got home from Israel yesterday and today she texted me to call her so she could ask me a question. I thought it might be work related- that thing I keep posting about Mike's Bistro - not important if you haven't seen it- so I gave her a call. First of all, she used it to do like a whole long catch-up, which is like "I have a job!!" But anyway she was calling because she met one of Coby's friends while she was there and wants to set me up with him. She met a friend of Coby. At Coby's wedding. And wants to set me up with him. Which isn't sooooo weird on it's own if you don't let it be, but she also asked Coby his opinion on the whole thing. She aslo didn't get his information, so when I said I'd consider it when I get home, she said she'd get in touch with Coby to get his number. Oy. Anyway there are just like about 3 people who will understand why I was bursting during this conversation. 

Hope you're doing well. Let me know if you want to meet up at some point before I leave (Basically wednesday or thursday I guess- Sunday and Monday are Shavuot) Oh! Did you want to come over for Shavuot? We can work that out if you like, maybe Sunday or Saturday night, though I know you don't like driving at night. Let me know. I'm like 95% sure there are no bed bugs.