Well, it finally happened. I finally dropped my iPhone 6. And it cracked. But not really. Thankfully I invested in that fancy screen protector that I paid $35 for because that is what actually cracked, not my phone itself. WooHoo! Best $35 I have ever spent. The crack is super tiny and you can barely see it. It's also at the very top of my phone. I have never dropped my phone before and always prided myself for having the longest lasting screen than my friends and co-workers. Guess it was bound to happen one day. Super glad I had it covered.
I've been doing a ton of thinking today. Sometimes this isn't a good thing. I started thinking about growing roots. You know, a home, a place to call your very own. I am 41 years old and I have never really had a place of my own, a place where I decided I am going to stay. Sounds odd, but I have been in two long term relationships, both of which I lived in their house. I lived on my own for a couple of years in an apartment and now I have lived in my townhouse for 2 years. I haven't even fully unpacked everything in my townhouse. I guess I felt like I wasn't going to stay long. So today I was thinking about just unpacking. I won't be moving to Oklahoma anytime soon. My relationship is good where it is. Despite a lot of travel time, I am in a good place. So why not just grow roots where I am? There are several residents who have lived there for years. I could be like that, couldn't I? Do I want to grow roots in a townhouse? There are too many questions. Once I get back from vacation, I am going to start unpacking. I might as well. Maybe this will start things in motion for me to make some decisions. Ugh.... I hate growing up.