I swear I had all these brilliant things to write about. I was constructing paragraphs on my way to work again. Of course, now that I’m in front of a computer screen, they’re all gone.

(Boston lost the NBA finals. Yay!)

I got a fortune cookie last night that said “You will move to a new home within a year.” First of all, it’s impressive that there was an actual FORTUNE (most of the time you just get little sayings or slogans) and second, yes I know it’s a fortune cookie, but…

I can’t help thinking of the last time I got a fortune cookie and scoffed. It was the night before I went back to school for senior year of college. I was so Not Happy then (even though in retrospect, my angst was almost entirely unwarranted) and I really didn’t want to go back up to school, even though it was only for one more semester. I just wanted to be done and leave college as a bad memory.

And then I got the fortune “a refreshing life change is in your future” and two months later things started to go and feel right again.

I know that there’s no correlation between the two, but when I saw the fortune yesterday “You will move to a new home within a year” I could not help but immediately internalize it, to think “see, here’s proof! It WILL get better! It’s going to happen.” Because I am pretty much desperate to feel genuinely optimistic and I’m having a really difficult time lately believing that anything will ever change.

And while a year is an awful long time to wait (I really wanted to be out of here by this summer) it would at least be an endpoint and a light at the end of the tunnel.

So I find myself sitting here, annoyed that there are never any new job postings on Fridays (or really Mondays too. What’s with the three day weeks HR people?), impatient to see if I’ll hear from this boy I may be trying to have coffee with, and thinking about the fortune.

And thinking please let it be true. Please let it be true.