I wait in my car, in a line of cars at the Halethorpe dump. I wait and I sweat.
So much water lost.
Today I view an apartment in Charles Village. See if it strikes my fancy. See if I'd like to live within its walls.
That's the excitement. That's where it stems from.
And I'd really just like all this to be over. I'd really just like to stop searching. For a house. For a profession. For a purpose. I'd like all these things to be established. Resolved. Finished.
This heat is driving me mad.