Sunday, July 10, 2005
The Tunnel's End
We got the keys to our apartment today, and when Karim picked me up after work, we drove over to "test" my keys. I was chattering like a Texan all the way back to the motel from my excitement, and I can only imagine poor Karim's inner eyes rolling heavenward. How do I explain to my husband that MY mental stability is directly responsible for HIS mental stability? To tell the truth, I think he is just as excited as I am, but he internalizes it (and worries about the financial part of it...) I really don't have a lot to say right now, as I am mainly sitting here daydreaming. (You might think I sound like a nut when I tell you I'm daydreaming about a 450 square foot apartment, but try living in a 250 square foot flea-bag motel room with druggy neighbors...) I don't see how others can do it. There is a man here who has lived in this place for three years with his wife and two teenaged boys...??? I couldn't. Claustrophobia.
I will try to keep posting as the days roll on, but it is difficult while working and moving. Things will get to a normal flow soon, and I will be more regular with my words.
