The end.

I found it. The perfect place for Abby to live with the most perfect people! I knew it! Didn’t I? I said it yesterday and then it all fell into place. (It’s humorous how after it all falls into place retrospect is so fun but while you are in the middle of hyperventilating in the fetal position, it’s not so amusing.)

To be honest I was really just looking yesterday to finalize that the apartment in Harlem was gold, and little did I know my dream apartment would find me. Everything that a spoiled brat, like me, demands in a living situation: close to a subway, grocery, laundry, spacious room and awesome roommates. I got so excited and I talked these poor girls ears off (we all know what excited Abby looks like- picture a poodle on acid) and I really thought I scared them, but I got a voicemail at lunch. They liked me! They really liked me! (I was also in an elevator full of people in the middle of my excited freak out. The girl I was with kindly explained “She’s southern”)

Now I don’t know what to do with myself! I feel like 200 pounds have been lifted off of me and now Im at a loss as to what to do. I am finally free to get excited about furniture shopping, my Disney Trip, my trip home AND on top of all that excitement. . .I’ve decided I’m going to buy myself a new iBook! I need a new computer and with all the money I am going to save moving to Washington Heights I will be able to afford it. And I deserve it. I stressed myself out so much, I nearly had a protein spill on the train this morning. Luckily, I am positive I am not pregnant. This was pure stress induced.

YaY! For me rocking!