So I'm down in the basement today, between loads of laundry, re-arranging and organizing all the still-packed boxes down there. I get back into the corner where most of the as-yet-unused wedding presents are, and I pulled a few things out of the bag that I had completely forgotten about but that are really super cool. I don't even remember who they're from - possibly one of my wonderful aunts - but I think to myself "Wow, I have so many wedding presents, and they're so cool; I have such a great family!" And then I started to cry. It was pretty ridiculous. I don't know what happened to me at some point around when I turned 24, but I have been annoyingly emotional for about 6 months now. Seriously, the slightest sentimental thought sets off the waterworks. What is wrong with me? Isn't this supposed to happen when you turn, like, 60?? Or when you go through menopause or something? That's at least another lifetime from now! What's the deal with emotions?
Anyway, in conclusion, I'm pretty happy right now, and I'm really looking forward to Thanksgiving on Thursday. The only thing that could make me happier would be getting my apartment finished and unpacked...perhaps we can buy floor cabinets and counters on Sunday and at least finish the kitchen.
Time to watch a Netflix movie with my wonderful husband!! Aaahhhh (sigh of contentment).