FML

I cannot recall ever truly saying or writing 'FML' before, and there is enough good in my life to not feel that way, but the crappy stuff keeps piling itself on. So we will start with a sh*t-that-sucks recap and finish with a life-is-good recap so you know why I am not in total despair.

sh*t that sucks

I had to find a place to stay one last night because my landlord *NEEDED* to give the key to the new tenant. Then the new tenant said he was going to clean the carpet in the morning before moving anything in...so I could've stayed there one last night you mean? And not missed the surprise for my friend's birthday gathering to meet my landlord on my last night before I moved? Awesome.

It rained while I loaded my car. I threw some stuff out that I was not attached to and wouldn't have fit in the car. I was soaked and carrying a flower pot down the back stairs to leave on my neighbor's porch and slipped on the stairs. Then I carried the second one down and slipped in the exact same spot. My butt is still, almost a week later, purple. Literally purple. The edges are *barely* starting to turn yellow like the bruise is healing. It does not hurt as much as it looks like it should, but I avoid seeing my purple butt in the mirror to minimize the reminder.

My belongings were $500 over weight of the estimate the moving company gave me.

I had to have my car jump started yesterday. For some reason the battery was dead.

My ex, who I in no way wish I was still with, is getting married this weekend. Yup, the same ex who a couple of years back informed me if there was a chance he and I would get back together he wouldn't marry the woman who will become his wife this weekend. I am not sad I am not marrying him, just sad that I do not have someone at home to make me dinner, pour me a glass of wine, and let me cry in his lap when I...

...Crash my car like I did today! There was (excessive? unnecessary?) crying, both in public and in private. The dude I hit, my new insurance agent, the body shop, the random guy picking up his car at the body shop who was then at Enterprise when I was picking up my rental were all SUPER NICE and helpful. That is why I kept crying. If only they hadn't been nice. ;-)

I think three of these things should count as the 'things happen in threes' and we should move on to why...

...life is good

I have already caught up with two friends in my new home city. I met new people at one birthday party and one pool/barbecue. I met a new guy in a friend's life, and he's great. I have plans to see three other friends in the area in the near future (in addition to partners/children in their lives). OH, and another friend and her family who will be on the Jersey shore for vacation in 10 days. Woohoo!

I am close to a Trader Joe's and several Dunkin' Donuts. All the amenities of Boston, I tell you. Only I live WAY closer to an IKEA now than I did in Boston.

I have the inheritance from my grandfather to soften all the blows listed above.

I have wonderful faculty colleagues who have been very helpful.

My air mattress does not have a hole in it...which is good because I do not know when my bed will be here.

My post-doc advisor needed my new address because she was filling out paperwork for a recognition certificate for me.

My paper from my post-doc is published.

I will have another review paper soon with my new contact info (read: good for tenure).

I'll see most of my family in a month for my 10th MS Challenge Walk.

I have been catching up on lost sleep, and it is amazing.

Time for a cold washcloth on my swollen eyes and a good 10 hours of sleep.