Wednesday, September 27, 2006

Finally for real

I bought and moved into this apartment almost 4 years ago. At the time I had a bunch of checks left over with my old address. So I used those, scratching out the address and writing in the new one. Eventually those ran out and I got new checks. Which felt good until I realized the zip code was wrong. I don't know if it was before I realized my zip was wrong or if the bank failed to note the change or what. I remember it being the bank's fault but I do not love my bank so I might be revising history there. The end result was that I couldn't get new checks without paying for them. So I've been scratching out the zip code and replacing that for a few years. Today I got my new checks. The address is right. The zip code is right. I'm not going to have to scratch anything out when I write a check now. Now? Now I live here. For real.

Any second now I'll be able to breathe out all the way.



  1. does this mean, owning your own real estate, setting your creative and personal goals and reaching them, and having REAL honest to goodness correct checks that you are. . . . grown up?
    you are making me look really bad. do something immature. immediatly.

  2. Yes, Honey, it's real and yes, you may breathe regularly. You've got this part knocked - you're in a groove and it's all clicking for you. Run with that.