>I feel as if my life is slowly becoming like the Truman Show. As I drove home from work today I realized that I always pass the same few cars parked on the side of the road, namely an olive green Honda Pilot with a “For Sale” sign in the window, a silver Chevy truck also with a “For Sale” sign (it’s the economy, stupid) and a silver Nissan sedan that always has its side view mirror folded in. I also always pass the same couple that are on their way to the gym, or about to go for a run because they’re dressed in sports shorts and sneakers.
Hmm…could this be a conspiracy?
But seriously, my life is falling into such a routine which I suppose in some ways is good, since it includes exercising every day, something that I have not done in years. I’m half expecting that when I go to the airport in January the plane is going to take off and crash right into the blue sky ceiling. Sometimes I wish I could make my time at home more productive, but at this point I don’t really know how. I already commented in one of my first posts about how it’s as if I’m waiting for my life to start. So maybe a routine will help me through this awkward time, as long as I have little fun things to break up the monotony.
On a completely different note, life’s coincidences never cease to amaze me. On Friday one of my bosses jokingly chewed me out for speeding on the highway on the way to work. Seems as if I passed her….oops! (And this is from me, who doesn’t really speed…K. is just a slow driver, creo yo). Then in the afternoon when I went to leave work my battery was dead because I had left my lights on. Annnnd I got Kelly to give me a jump. She aptly told me, “See Abby, this is what you get for speeding to work!”
Second coincidence. Yesterday I was somewhat bored and decided to scan old pictures onto my computer (mostly to show F.). I ended up making a facebook album because I scanned so many (3 quickly turned into 23…) I went through this whole dilemma: to tag or not to tag? In the end I tagged some people I haven’t talked to in years, mostly friends from high school. Then today as I walked into the local Italian restaurant with my dad for dinner, lo and behold there are 4 friends from high school that I haven’t talked to in years.