Dona E. Bowens

ETA—Doesn’t that mean Estimated Time of Arrival? I suppose I could google and find out but I’m too lazy to waste the keystrokes. Why am I thinking about ETA? Because I’m closing in on a goal. I gave myself one year post my arrival back in the US to get my shit together. I estimated that I’d need one year to get a job, save, buy a house and stop mooching off the parents as I did so.

I’m about 2 months ahead of my self-imposed ETA. Damn it, I hope I don’t jinx myself considering I go to closing on June 20th on a cute little 2 bedroom bungalow located in North Hill. Anything can happen between now and June 20th. I’m tentatively allowing myself to get excited.

I hope this is my last rebuild. Looking back, I can’t believe how many times I’ve broken down and rebuilt my life—Philly, New Jersey, New Hampshire, DC, New Jersey (redux), Barcelona, Akron. I don’t think I have another rebuild in me. Not unless I’m crazy rich and can point and pay people to pack my shit, move my shit and unpack my shit in the new place. Short of that, Dona is DONE with the moving.

Famous last words…