My 40s have been stellar. I’m sleepy but must force myself to blog this before any other big news can pile up:
- I flew home late Friday night, returning to my cute little studio whose days with me are now numbered. The number is 4.
- On Saturday, I dropped by my new apartment which was left in beautiful condition by the former tenant, with a big note on the blackboard that said, “Welcome Home, K!!!”
- I got my hair cut–Nicholas, superhumanly handsome and not my usual stylist, insisted on blowing my hair straight (“They ALWAYS see your hair curly, right?”), and also insisted that I come back at 4:15 with my own makeup so he could do my eyes for my birthday. Then I got a pedicure with B and her sweet new bundle S.
- I tried to nap but I was too excited about my party. I ended up drinking coffee to fight the jet lag.
- Arriving in the restaurant, I found one friend sitting with her glass of wine, plus one gorgeous floral centerpiece sent by my thoughtful boss in NYC.
- More friends started to flow in and my heart was overflowing with joy. Flowers, champagne, cards, hugs, love.
- I was so happy. I could have floated around that party forever. I have the most wonderful and thoughtful and hilarious friends, many of whom I’ve known for 20+ years, some less than two months, and they have all been my raft in turbulent waters at one time or another.
- The food was delicious and we flowed from one course to the next, wine topped off at frequent intervals, the lighting in a soft glow against the brick walls, lots of laughter. These moments are so fleeting and the wine makes them slippery… and before you know it, the party’s over.
- And then you head to the after party with about 10 friends and drink bourbon until 4:30am and then you’re pretty much so far gone between the joy and the drinks and the time difference and the four decades, you’re maybe hung over for 3-4 days.
- The next day should have been rougher but I navigated through a lovely baby shower and a birthday party and went to see The Way Way Back with the birthday girl.
- On Monday, I showed up at my new office on Sacramento Street. One block from my first office in SF when I moved here in 1997, I walk by Starbucks knowing that’s not what was in that space 15 years ago, but not remembering what was there before. Isn’t this the very definition of getting older? I have a window facing south and was delighted when the sunlight found my desk and moved along it for much of the day.
- At mid-day, my new landlord showed up with the lease, and we sat on a bench in my new lobby and chatted a bit after signing it. I expressed how thrilled I am about this apartment and he seemed genuinely glad. He truly either doesn’t realize or doesn’t care about how much more he could have gotten for that place, and I am his lucky lucky lucky lucky tenant who happened to be in the right place at the right time.
- Later, I called my building manager to give notice and he completely blew my mind when he told me the price he will ask for my current, 400 square foot studio.
- The universe is sending me a love note.
- I went on a third date. He’s easygoing, has a nice smile, is older. We’ve gone on a couple of hikes, to the farmer’s market, to dinner. With everything going on, I enjoy hanging out with him and yet there’s no real momentum or wondering what will happen next.
- Today, I lined up packers to pack my apartment on Saturday (yes, I am paying the $ to keep stress low) and a mover on Sunday.
- I went to UCSF for my lining check this afternoon. (I saw Dr. Tran in scrubs from a distance–he didn’t see me.) Good news at the appointment: 7.8mm lining, great, and all quiet on the ovarian front (no cysts). I was cleared for transfer next week: Thursday, 8/15.
- Did I mention: gratitude.
- I was texting with my friend M in Mexico City tonight, and she said that my new place is “like feng shui. But for your whole life.”
- I believe it.
5 thoughts on “my 40s”
Cheers to new beginnings, K ….
Every inch of my being is BELIEVING with you. Know that.
Dear, dear, K, I am feeling so honored to be a part of your beautiful blog site! Your writing and sharing of your experiences is so inspiring. Keeping you in my most positive thoughts and prayers, Love, Carole
K, warm loves to you from all Wolfs as you launch your next chapter in your new office, new home, new decade, new vistas. You deserve ‘all good things rolled into one’….Stevie’s definition of love, coined at age 3. WONDERFUL spending time with you. Hope to see you in Boulder soon! Tim and Mary
A great bday season update. We should all be so observant, peace-filled and grateful for what we have, and with our lives full of change and potential unfolding. That is one amazing looking apartment and a party that sounds like a magical dream. I wonder what it would have been like to be there? For me to be there?