It’s the dreaded family dinner at the cliche Italian restaurant with uninspired entrees and a conversation that is so politically conservative it makes you want to sink under the table, just so you won’t scream insults at your family about how wrong their beliefs are and OMGSTOPTALKINGRIGHTNOW.
It’s your evening walk in the 98% humidity with your dog who for-some-reason hasn’t learned to wait more than three hours to go to the bathroom before he starts yapping and whining and making you want to throw a shoe at him.
It’s spending a free hour vacuuming your living room and scrubbing your kitchen floors on your hands and knees because your landlord is coming to inspect your apartment tomorrow and you sure as heck don’t want to be fined for not being an adult and keeping your home clean.
It’s not knowing where you’re going to be living in two and half months because that one person you were relying on somewhat let you down and now you’ll probably end up on the streets living in a cardboard box decorated with ribbons and eating from dumpsters and befriending that homeless man on the corner.
It’s your sister’s birthday dinner and the first time you’ve seen your mom in a month and you share you plans of moving in with your boyfriend and your family doesn’t freak out and you realize they actually do love and care about you and your happiness.
It’s the first time all day that you’ve stopped and realized how gorgeous the sky is with the peaches and blues and fuchsias all mixed together in a perfect swirl of a sunset.
It’s recognizing how lucky you are to live in an apartment you love with tile floors and granite-like counters and a living room large enough for tents and sleepovers.
It’s understanding that you’ve been in this exact same situation more than once before and it has always worked out in time, so you should just calm the eff down and relax for a minute. Also, breathe.
It’s knowing that everything will be okay and this is just a moment in your crazy life. And you are so very grateful to be alive.