Lol, I’m not much of a phone call person.
I’m really not. I’m much better at texting than talking. Especially with people I’ve never met. Especially in my current anxious state.
Timmy:
I’ll just have to wait to see you then… I’m really easy to talk to.
His simple response brings me comfort. Not pushy, just waiting until I’m ready for him.
I respect and appreciate his patience. I don’t want to be with someone who pushes too hard. I want someone who accepts me for who I am and who is willing to accommodate my timeframes.
His patience is soothing.
A couple of days later, he messages again.
Timmy:
Hurry up.
Me:
Working on it! My cat was officially approved for my apartment today.
He sends me several cat GIFs.
A man who sends cat GIFs? Be still, my heart.
Timmy:
Check out my special hat and my crazy sunglasses!
When I put my special hat on, people look at me like I’m Miss America!
It’s an interesting thing to say, and it makes me laugh. He sends me a picture of himself in said hat, and some very unconventional sunglasses. He looks like quite a character. This guy must be like five-foot-two, for sure, I think. One of those short, extra funny, flamboyant types of guy. There’s no other explanation for it.
But he says he’s looking for friends, and he seems like he would be fun to maintain a conversation with and go out for a drink or something with when I get there. He seems kind of like a low-threat, high-fun type of person. And that’s definitely what I need in my life.
The days continue to creep by slowly, and I find myself getting more agitated. I’ve started to pack, and having suitcases splayed around the apartment that I used to share with my former partner is depressing and… well, weird.
All I can do is continue to skate around and force myself to eat from time to time.
Work has become almost unbearable by this point, and I’ve already said most of my goodbyes.
My anxiety is peaking, and I start having intrusive thoughts that keep me up at night.
I’m second-guessing myself on everything, and in constant panic mode.
On impulse, I reach out to the leasing agent at my apartment in Sunset Cay. “Is there a possibility of moving sooner?”
“Yep, we can get you in a few weeks earlier if that works for you. Just let us know the exact date.”
That’s one of the good things about a brand new apartment. You’re not waiting for someone to move out.
I check things on the San Francisco end, too. “Any chance I can end my lease sooner than expected?”
“Well, you’ve technically started your notice period, so you need to wait that out or pay a fee.”
I check my airfare, and I’m able to change flights at no extra cost.
