I have a deal. As in, "Dana, what's your deal?" which was asked ever so lovingly and not at all accusingly by Steve earlier today.
I have been a bit snarky the last few days; it's because all the adrenaline is gone, and I may have been a bit addicted.
The apartment is settled and cozy.
Chloe is tucked away safely at school and is flourishing (I think one of the little kinderboys may even have a crush. She's been getting notes and he pulled out her braids).
Steve is officially ordained, working hard and working well.
Jonathan is his sweet, funny self, making me laugh all day long.
Public transportation is no longer intimidating.
I can make my way down crowded streets with the best of them.
My New York drivers license came in the mail, making me an official resident of the Big Apple.
Things are good.
Things are as settled as they've been in a long time.
And I'm not sure what to do with my Type A self.
I recognize the irony in the fact that I've come to bustling NYC to learn how to slow down. It's a lesson long overdue. It will be my challenge to be a gracious student.