utilities
Today, escrow closes, and I nervously await the call that my keys are ready in the realtor’s office.
I have been busying myself with work-work and a lot of fidgety nerves and doing stuff like firing up the ol’ utilities.
I remember that my gas went out when I first moved back here in ’04, because I didn’t realize that gas and electric were separate things (I came from the land of PG&E).
The electric people also reviewed the account and asked if I still wanted “John Smith” to be an authorized caller. John Smith was the guy I lived with and was engaged to for a short amount of time in the 90s.
Coincidentally, I am in the process of having jewelers free the gems that were part of the engagement ring for that ill-conceived union with John Smith. Those gems will be incorporated into new, and much more wearable, jewelry for me.
It only took almost 20 years but the last of that break up has been dealt with, it seems. A weird little postscript which further underlines the “brand new chapter” of this whole process through which I’m going.