Like many of you DC and VA dwellers, I lost power in my apartment last night. I rolled home from grad class at about 9 p.m., to find my roommates freaking out and packing up. One made arrangements to stay with her ex/friend, the other was off to stay with her college pal and her husband. They wanted me to make arrangements to stay somewhere else as well, but I thought losing power for one night was no big deal.
In fact, it turned out to be a really nice night. Not only did I have the place to myself, but I got to light candles and start reading a book I’ve been meaning to get around to. A few pages in, the phone rang, and it was a guy I’ve just started seeing. We talked for two and a half hours, and the candles and conversation were very nice and even a bit romantic.
I love little surprises like that, when something inconvenient or negative turns into something unexpectedly good.
Hope you’re all weathering the storm well.
