The board of my co-op in New York rejected the buyer for my apartment. When I heard the news, my stomach literally dropped like I was on a roller-coaster. I began to cry. I closed the door to my office. What's weird is that I knew this would happen. They were taking too long to decide. I have been sensing it would not work out, but I tried to ignore. Now, it's real.
I am upset. I am angry. I am a money panicker. But I have gotten advice from some wise women. Matt's sister, Sarah, told me that although it doesn't seem like it sometimes, things work out for the best in the end. (Sarah, you can correct me and tell me your exact words.) My mom told me that when she is going through something difficult, she thinks to herself: 'This will all be over in a year, maybe not in a week or a month, but in a year this will be done.' And my co-worker Emily, who was once rejected by a New York co-op, told me my apt. is great and it will sell. So I choose to believe these words.
Tonight, Matt and I are getting together with some good friends, Tobias and Michael, to watch the finale of "Lost" and order pizza. I'm so grateful to have that simple pleasure of friendship.
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