My beach vacation starts this weekend. The timing is perfect.
I'm watching rents in my potential new apartment spike and then plummet. A one bedroom in that building is now a few dollars cheaper that my current studio. I have a number in mind before I pull the lease-signing trigger.
Living in a state of complete uncertainty is, perhaps unsurprisingly, starting to get me a little down. I don't know where I'll be working or living in a few months. I don't know how I'll meet new friends, or find new bike routes, or go about reshaping a life that I'm about to throw on it's head.
But I am excited for the respite of my vacation, and for the calm before the storm.