A Key

Today, I was thinking about my keys.  I only have three keys on my keychain.  One for my car and two for work.  I used to have one for my apartment, but since I moved out, and in with my parents, I obviously no longer have that one.  In three weeks, I will be adding a new key to my chain.  I am moving to Fort Collins, and am taking over a lease for a girl only through July.  This is exciting and scary and good.  I actually have never lived on my own before.  Only with my parents and husband.  So, this will all be so new.

My keys are making me think of all the changes in my life lately.  I feel like every big change in life deserves a little change.  For instance, get a divorce, chop off seven inches of hair.  Become a Mormon, wear a dress you normally wouldn't have worn.  Maybe when I move to FOCO, I will dye my hair, or get a really cool keychain, or splurge on a decorative pillow that has sequins on it, and can't possibly be comfortable to rest your head on.  Or maybe all three.