Day 3 of the move. The Move…after such a long and arduous journey, years of merely scraping by, the endless parties with the same, dull, poorly dressed people I had to wine and dine, just to get a foot in the door…the mornings after in another strange place, another strange bed…just to claw my way to the top…was it worth it…
As I look out over the clear, blue, sparkling water and sip my second martini of the morning…yes, yes it was. Every hardship I had to endure to get here, the toll this extravagant lifestyle has taken on me…it was all worth it because now, from my humble beginnings, have arrived…to my new, expensive, glorious penthouse apartment. Breathtaking views, two full floors of the tallest building in the city, a closet the size of most people’s entire bedroom…and yes, a pool on the rooftop.
There were a few minor setbacks along the way, the paperwork was all a mess, I nearly fired the realtor…twice…I had absolutely no clothes until the end of the second day of the move. I was mortified and the movers were in no hurry to unload any of the boxes labeled clothes. The place is still a wreck, so much to be done, to unpack, organize, but I feel I deserved this little rest today.
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