Placidity

Dare I say things are getting better here in Atlanta? After 36 days of anticipation my furniture arrived about 10:00 p.m. on Thurs. Jan 5... but of course not without issue.

Well, let me back up. My furniture was supposed to arrive on Jan. 3 and I waited an entire day in an empty apartment for my movers to arrive, which never happened. After this, Mommy, Esq. was on the case. She called Global Vanlines demanded to speak to someone about how horribly her precious, patient wonderful (this is my story, let me tell it how I want) daughter had been treated. When the complaints department asked for the job number and she gave them my five digit code, they told her that the number was invalid. After 5 minutes of back and forth, the customer service rep. had an epiphany and forwarded my Mom to the legal department. To make a long story short, the Global Vanlines I used was NOT the reputable Global Vanlines that I thought I was using, rather a much smaller, shadier operation out of Florida. She also went on to inform Mommy, Esq. that they were involved in a multi-million dollar lawsuit with the faux Global Vanlines.

Thinking I would become a lifetime movie, "She Never Saw Her Furniture Again: The Crystal Webb Story," I called the faux company and share with them my newfound information and what do you know, my furniture was en route.

When my furniture arrived, it was dinged, scratched, dented, taped and some was missing,. Nevertheless, I was happy to see the familiar and even more excited to settle into my own space because I was starting to feel pretty homeless.

I unpacked feverishly for two days to keep my promise of hosting my niece, Taylor's, 10th Birthday slumber party at my house. Her party started at the skating rink, moved to CiCi's Pizza and ended at my house with a night of scary movies, dancing and loads of giggling. And while I enjoyed every minute of it, I was absolutely exhausted by the time I dropped them all off on Sunday. Yep, I think I've bought myself at least another year on my desire to have a child. I think I'm up to 33-years old or somthing.

Between having my furniture, having a wonderful weekend and a couple of promising days at work, things are looking up. After weeks and weeks of doubting my decision to return home, I'm feeling like this might actually work out after all.