I love telling stories (thanks for the genes, dad) but this tragicomedy isn't particularly interesting so I won't belabor it.
The short version: I moved into a new apartment so I wouldn't be next to a construction pit with constant noise. This morning I woke up at 7am to the sound of a demolition crew arriving to tear down the perfectly good building that my new apartment looks at across the alley. I cried a little and laughed a little and then spent the day trying to figure out how to reframe this unfortunate turn of events.
There's no turning back now, this isn't a situation I can do much to change (sort of like when you find yourself at business school wondering what on earth you've done!).
Holy moly it could be so much worse. And also, I have the space and clarity of mind right now (before classes start and things get overwhelming) to just get zen about it. There's a lesson here somewhere. Accept the things I cannot change? Too on the nose?
Whatever the lesson is, bring it on. That's what I'm here for.