Hi Everyone! I’m Angie! I typed. What else should I put? I guess I started this blog because I wanted to try something new and different. I’m only twenty-five, but I hit a mid-life crisis/ nervous breakdown yesterday. I felt like I was just sitting around. At first I went crazy and decided to go bungee jumping. Thankfully my common scene caught up to me immediately. That doesn’t always happen. Like last time. Hoo Boy.
I was watching this movie called “The Holiday” It’s about these two women who decided to do a home exchange at their bleakest hour. Shortly after arriving, they meet their Prince Charming and live happily after. A bunch of other stuff happens, but that’s the plotline, short and simple.
What I did next…I’m not so proud of. Somehow my warped 21-year-old mind decided “Hey! If that could happen to them, why not me?” Stupid, I know, but I instantly googled home-exchange, and Blammo! Within 20 minutes, I had found a comfortable looking house, owned by a responsible woman. “Just like the movie!” I thought. This was getting better and better!
The next day, my taxi pulled up to the house I’d seen online. I creaked the door open, expecting a warm and comfortable home. Of course I was wrong. The place was a disaster. It was so messy! I spent the first day just cleaning up. There was discarded trash everywhere, and cobwebs in every corner. The clothes in the closet were amazingly dusty. Not a surface was without something gross (who knows what) right in the wrong place. I think I saw a rat creeping along the floor, and I defiantly heard it. How could this lady live in this dump?!
Then a terrible thought entered my mind, and I texted my friend. “Please go to my house. Check on it. Lady I switched with will be there” and I at once received “Will do. Will text back 15 min.” 15 minutes take forever, by the way. I always thought that it was such a short time period, but it isn’t. Eventually my best friend texted back “Your house is fine. Lady lost her husband, though she’s in depression.” I texted back a thank you, said I was sorry, and collapsed on the couch. When I sat up and looked out the window. It was 8 AM, 12 hours since I had first lain down. I had fallen asleep.
My back was so sore from the couch. I stood up and promptly stepped into so rat poop. I shrieked and hopped towards the paper towels .I slipped, and I fell into some wet newspapers. I didn’t want to get up or do anything. Why didn’t I get in touch with the lady? I should have toured her home! I hated being her. When I changed homes, I had thought my life sucked. Now I know. The grass is much greener on my side.
