24

24.

A simple number.

A multiple of 1, 2, 3, 4, 6, 8, 12 and 24.

Two even numbers, side-by-side. Nothing odd about 24 at all.

What do you think of when you see "24"?

The award winning TV show?

24 Hour Fitness, where you sweat off pounds and inches? 

How many hours you have until this time tomorrow?

Two dozen? Eggs? Donuts?

The number 24 will have significant meaning for me forever.

At this moment the number 24 means only one thing to me.

It's the number of stairs to my condo.

The number of stairs I climbed up and then down and then up and then down dozens of times during my frantic unpacking - breaking down boxes - hauling to the curb marathon over the past 4 24-hour periods (days). I am exhausted!

I may be old. I may need to lose 24 pounds, or more. I may have hit 24 twice, plus a few more years. But I am determined, I am stubborn, I am strong, I really AM exhausted. But I did it.

24 stairs. Probably 24 times. In 24 hours.

Not bad for an almost 24 + 24+ 24(1/3) year old.

Not bad at all.

Wishful Thinking

I wish I may, I wish I might...remember when that little mantra, whispered quietly as you stood in your front yard and gazed up at the stars, used to work?

It probably does still, and the the stars probably align at times too, but today I am not wishing upon any more stars, aligned or not. I'm kind of over stars right now.

"One day more" turned into one week more; one week more turned into two weeks more, and two weeks more is still mid-morph.  But I am here, in DC, smiling and wishing and thinking about how lucky I am to be here.

Good things don't come easy, but this move to DC has been a bit more difficult than I could have ever imagined. It can only mean that great things are ahead....right?

Life has taught me to be strong, tenacious, determined, forthright, but that being said, futons are not all they're cracked up to be. And sitting on the floor leaves a bit to be desired too.

It's amazing how a simple experience, such as a terrible move, can make you appreciate the little things. And I do.

But still, I wish I may, I wish I might...sleep on a real bed tonight.

Soon.