Tomorrow, I return to Seattle for the week. I may or may not get a chance to update my blog while I’m gone, so I’ll just say to expect a long post at week’s end.
I’m excited and nervous all at the same time. I’m excited because I’ll get to spend time with Julia and exchange the much-needed hugs she and I have been saving up for each other. I’m excited because I’m going to have lunch with my dear friends Laurie and Patty, so we can catch up on two month’s worth of “gossip” about each other’s lives. I’m excited for the baseball game we’ll see tomorrow night, and treating our friend Randi to an early birthday dinner on Wednesday. I’m excited for E9 on Thursday and all the friends that I haven’t seen in a while coming out to have a good time. I’m excited to see my friend’s new baby in person. I’m even excited for the sole reason for my trip, the trade show I have been planning for the past eight months.
What I’m not excited about is seeing my tenants, who, on this 15th day of May, still have not paid rent. I’m not quite sure if my temper will flare and I’ll show my dark side, or if I’ll be my usual pushover, “oh, no, it’s okay, I understand that you can’t pay, I’ll just tell my mortgage company that my payment is going to be late…again.”
I’m not excited to go to the office and see James, who I still want to punch square in the face for screwing me over so badly.
I’m not excited to see my ex, who doesn’t know that I’m coming, yet the only reason I plan to see him is to return the belongings of his that I found while unpacking, and have been too lazy/cheap to mail them up to him. What I’m even less excited about is that to avoid any opportunity to strike up emotional conversation, I plan on stopping by his work Tuesday morning on my way to the office. Thing is, unless things have changed, she still works there too, and there’s a chance I will run into her. And even though I’m not a violent person, the enraged, wounded ex in me wants to beat the ever loving daylights out of her at times.
It’s just funny because this is exactly the way I feel every time I go home. I’m excited to see the people that I want to see, but I’m terrified of running into those that I don’t want to see. It’s all so very weird.