I’ve been apartment hunting for a few weeks now and the bitter end is approaching. And I’m feeling it, yessiree Bob. Two weeks left and I’m nervous as hell about finding something decent and signing.
I’m sleeping in patches; To bed at around 9-10 p.m., awake at 2 a.m., back to sleep at 6 awake at 7. Psychosis induced.
Were it a dwelling for myself alone..but alas, I’m on my own these days as a single mom and I’ve a child to consider. I’ll blog it some other time. Too tired for that type of “true confession” right now.
HOWEVER, today was a day of hope. Not because a deluxe penthouse apartment overlooking the Mediterranean glimmers on the horizon.
Because I spent the day with someone I’m writing an article about who instills Hope. Tons of it.
She’s a powerhouse: millionaire business tycoon, celebrity both in Israel and abroad, chairwoman of numerous international charitable organizations, hostess of a popular prime time television show..And yet she lacks ego (for the most part). I mean, she bloody offered to share her salad with me. And get me something to drink. Not send her assistant. As in: “I’ll go get you a soda”…
Amazing. And get this: She worried that she’s not doing enough to make the world a better place. Sheesh. I shoulda told her: You’re right. But find me an apartment and you will be redeemed!
Now THERE’s ego. wink wink