I Pulled Into Nazareth

...and was feeling 'bout half past dead, y'all, when I met my future roommates last night.

That's right! I said it! I'm Brooklyn-bound for REAL, yo!

I walked in and I just knew, as they say. There was Milica and Sara, and the cat, Vinny. And they are all very cool and very susceptible to my Jedi mastery.

To wit: After a very pleasant chat in which it was revealed that one roommate's grandmother travels with a one-hitter and that I found my own mother's stash recently in her closet, I asked the ladies when they would have a decision. I was feeling like I was in, but I couldn't be too sure, since I'd had a place lined up the previous Friday before fate saw fit to bend me over and, well...you know.

Just to be sure, I did a discreet Jedi hand wave and used The Force to ensure that I would be the Chosen One. Sure enough, after I said my good-byes, I was not halfway down the flight of stairs when I heard, "Danielle?! Can you come back? We want YOU!"

It was a glorious moment, my friends. A movie moment. I don't get too many movie moments, but I'm smart enough to recognize that this was one of them, and so I allowed myself to fully enjoy it.

Sara later told me that my sense of humor regarding her pair of furry handcuffs were what convinced her. Heh heh heh.

So, I am very joyous today, my friends! Months and months of homelessness and doorlessness and "Me" timelessness have taken a great toll on me. I am looking forward to painting my room and having a closet. It's the simple things in life, you know?

Dee has a home. It's a gorgeous evening in NYC, FINALLY! I'm going to go celebrate my new domestic arrangements with a bottle of red.

And on Sunday, I'M MOVING TO BROOKLYN!!!!!!!!