Lately I haven't felt much like going out. It seems like whenever I step out into the hallway, I run into (a) someone who wants to talk about all the things that need to be done around the property, (b) someone who's upset because the association is trying to collect a debt from them, or (c) someone who's mad because they're expected to follow the rules they agreed to follow when they signed the closing papers.
Last night I took a chance, left the peace and safety of my living room, and had a wonderful evening with my boyfriend. We went for a drive, ate some pie, browsed in a bookstore . . . just the two of us, and it was lovely. And then we found ourselves face-to-face with one of my former boyfriends in a nearby bookstore. Miserable.
So tonight, I'm staying put. And I'm not answering the door, either.
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