Is this real life?
I moved up to Denver on Friday night, and have been camping out in my apartment on an air mattress; my stuff should arrive late this week. I live off of exit 206 (an homage to Seattle) on a street called Franklin (an homage to Nashville’s little sister) next to Cheesman Park (an homage to me, the cheese man).
Over the weekend, I was invited to watch a movie with strangers, made friends with two brothers who own a wine shop, had an incredible seafood meal, lunched downtown with my mom and sister, ran into a friend from high school in the park, organized my closets, bought a brushed nickel trash can for the bathroom, went on 2 runs, tried my new shower (it is awesome), and visited a church.
I keep driving around, thinking, “I can’t believe I live here” – and not because I’m shocked at the reality, but more because it doesn’t feel real AT ALL. It’s like a fake life. I’m like this kid. I know that it will become more real with time, but right now, it feels like I’m pretending.
Well, then, here’s a hefty dose of real life: Mom’s chemo starts today.
Cancer’s going down.