chronicles of she

our apartment is currently pure pandemonium. we move out a week from today and between work and school and jared's two jobs, we've had little time to pack, let alone with any measure of neatness. so we've been pulling stuff out of closets and shelves and while we have made some progress it mostly feels like chaos.

i was charged as keeper of the storage unit. it was my job to use the three free hours i had to find us a storage unit since jared hasn't had three free daylight hours in weeks it seems. what do you pick, a 10x10 fifteen miles away for seventy bucks or a 5x10 two miles away for the same price? the place with 24 hour access or the cheaper place with only business hour access? who knew getting a storage unit could be so difficult?

it's silly how i can have a zen feeling about a storage unit. i drove out to west valley a few days ago to look at this place that i knew wasn't going to work out and before i even looked at it i discovered they only did 9am-6pm access (?), turned around, got in my car, and drove back to downtown. and i just sort of stumbled my way to the exact storage unit we need without missing a beat. and for some reason it all felt extremely meant to be, acutely and exceedingly cosmic.

on the way back from west valley, the weather did this thing where it was kind of perfectly overcast with just the right amount of sun seeping through and just the right amount of wind and the just the right amount of humidity and the air was this perfect 75°F and the 59th street bridge song was playing in the car (paul simon is the musical genius of the twentieth century. and art his steady companion). and even though i have a strict don't-spend-time-in-west-valley policy, it was the third day in a row that i found myself driving through west valley.

in the midst of driving past strip malls and construction zones, 'now hiring!' billboards and those apartment complexes with the colorful flags out front, i had a zen moment. i sort of knew i needed to drive back to downtown and get our meant to be storage unit. i had this thing where i felt totally okay with where i was in life, even if that meant that i found myself driving through west valley at noon on a friday looking for a storage unit.

and it wasn't exactly because i was totally okay with where i was, it was more so that i was okay with where i am going. tonight while watching how i met your mother, ted summed it up kind of perfectly:


"Kids, I've been telling you the story of how I met your mother, and while there's many things to learn from this story, this may be the biggest. The great moments of your life won't necessarily be the things you do, they'll also be the things that happen to you.

Now, I'm not saying you can't take action to affect the outcome of your life, you have to take action, and you will. But never forget that on any day, you can step out the front door and your whole life can change forever.

You see, the universe has a plan, kids, and that plan is always in motion. A butterfly flaps its wings, and it starts to rain. It's a scary thought but it's also kind of wonderful. All these little parts of the machine constantly working, making sure that you end up exactly where you're supposed to be, exactly when you're supposed to be there. The right place at the right time."