The good news keeps on coming.
Tucked into my door was a note from the apartment management. It’s a lovely “dear resident” note that says I have a credit of $145.20 on my account and to please deduct that from the August rent.
Hallelujah and holy shit. Seriously.
I don’t understand it, I don’t want to understand it — I just want to enjoy it. Maybe I can start working on the furniture fund, as I threw out a ton of it when I moved and just haven’t been able to save any money to replace it. Or maybe it goes toward a plane ticket somewhere. I don’t care — I’m just happy to be on what feels like a real winning streak.
Thank you God, Goddess and all the higher powers that are bringing me through this crazy time.