Mood: Impatient

Recently while I've been waiting at the bus stop to go home this week, among the usual suburban transit passengers I've come to recognize, there's this new woman with a young girl. The kid is probably around thirteen or so, and she must be being picked up each day from a swimming class at the YMCA or something because she smells so strongly of chlorine all of the time. Is it completely weird and creepy that I've come to actually look forward to this smelly haze of swimming pool chemicals that greets me at the end of each day? It's not as if chlorine is a particularly pleasing aroma, but I swear it's like this wonderful breath full of fresh air that breaks up all of the stifling heat and car fumes and grimy smell of downtown. I actually go out of my way to sidle my way closer to the pair of them or take a seat on the next bench over just so I can no doubt look completely stupid as I take giant, noisy inhales. I'm worried that this girl's mother/older sister/whatever is going to notice and think I'm a dirty pedophile or something.

I hate the downtown city area, I really do. Everything is ugly and concrete, way too crowded and noisy; there's not enough trees or grass or sky that you can see in between all of the freaking buildings. It makes me all that much more excited for the fact that in a week's time we're going to have our own green lawn and quiet crescent tucked out of the way. (I sound like an old fart and I don't care. You can take the girl out of suburbia, but you can't take suburbia out of the girl.)

Did I mention that OMG WE'RE DOWN TO A WEEK? *Squee!* I am so excited, but each day has begun dragging by so slowly and it's excruciating. We have a meeting with the lawyers on Friday and we still have like half of the apartment to pack still. D: This weekend Mason and I are getting down to some serious moving business -- watch your head for cardboard boxes and packing tape flying through the air.

Countdown until shiny exciting house possession: 8 (LOOK, WE'RE IN THE SINGLE DIGITS NOW!)