I visited the house that a friend is possibly going to rent. We didn’t have the keys to get in, but I was able to see its location, the exterior and a bit of inside while peeping through windows. Location, indeed! Only two, maybe three blocks, from the Clarendon metro stop. Hopefully all will go well, and if it does, I will be moving out of Mo. Co. and in to Northern Virginia.
I don’t want to dwell much on that, however, because there are still too many uncertainties.
After visiting the house and having a few drinks at Whitlow’s, (It was mug night. I actually bought a mug this time. Hopefully I’ll get to use it frequently.) I went to MBP to catch up with the Thursday k.ball crew. I must’ve told at least six people about improv. I recapped some of the funny moments and excitedly gushed about how fun and comfortable the class is. J and I are going to have such a huge fan section during the showcase.
Then I was home and I was thinking about what I want to be when I grow up. I glanced through some of my bookmarks on Safari and found one for a page on personal histories. I then remembered how I previously talked of starting my own business writing personal histories and memoirs.
As I walked to the Metro this morning, I kept thinking about it, coming up with all the many ways I could make it work. This area especially has so much wealth and so many people who have such great stories. It just seems like the perfect place.
Meanwhile, back in real world, current job is what it is. High points and low points. Etc. Etc. Thank goodness it’s Friday.
