On the Verge

As I come to the end of the last month in this house that I settled for at the beginning of the relationship that I settled for in the suburb that I settled for, I realize that all of these were my choices. Whether good, bad or in between I have been the constant in this roll-a-coaster. I say this not to say that I'm done with coasters, but that I'm only going to ride those that are my first choice. I wont decide on another because the line was too long for the one I originally wanted. I'm going to wait it out, because the one I want to ride is worth the wait. And while I'm waiting, I'm going to laugh and people watch to my heart's content. As a matter of fact, I'm going to drink $8 lemonaide and fresh cut fries in a cup while I'm waiting too. I realize that I'm going to be annoyed by people trying to cut in line and the scorching heat thats making sweat drip down my back. But it will still be the best roll-a-coaster ride ever. I will scream super-duper loud. I'm going to raise my hands high, close my eyes and open my eyes too. And when I finish the ride I might just get right back in that long ass line and do it all over again. But only if I still want to. So I'm on the verge of what Oprah calls my "Best Life". In my Best Life, I love my new house, I'm ready to start dating again and my new neighborhood is tha' business. Me likeee!!!! Yes, I'm in the line again. But this time its for the ride I really wanted ride in the first place.