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Brace yourselves. I don’t say things like this often. But here we go. MY LIFE IS AWESOME RIGHT NOW.

So naturally, as any longtime cynic with a history of seratonin malfunction would do, I am freaking out about when it will all come tumbling down. I mean, let’s really study this this. The following things have either just happened or will happen very soon:

• I found a medication that works spectacularly well to help me manage my anxiety and depression
• I got permission from my rather uptight Big Corporation to transfer to our Los Angeles office
• I found a place in Los Angeles that I love to live in
• I found a car that I am excited to buy when I arrive there
• I am packing and purging my belongings in a calm and productive way
• I recovered the data off 4 different hard drives that I thought were long dead, giving me copies of documents I thought I had lost forever (like my high school and college writing, including my Senior thesis, and about 5,000 photographs)
• I think I can make a good chunk of money off selling my old belongings that I don’t want any more
• Did I mention I am MOVING TO CALIFORNIA? That thing I’ve been trying to do since I made the unfortunate decision to move back to DC after college? YEAH THAT.

Sounds great, right?

Wrong.

BECAUSE THIS IS THE PART OF THE MOVIE WHERE THE GIRL GETS HIT BY THE BUS.

You may think, Meredith, what the what are you talking about?

And I will answer: “You know, you, this is the movie of the hard luck girl who has struggled through life… And then for whatever reason, there’s that moment, where the girl, happy for the first time in years and years and years, thinking her life is finally turning around — she grabs up her purse and runs out the door of the cafe, smiling that I-have-a-wonderful-life smile that is so so rare and special — she steps off the curb and BAM! HIT BY A MOTHER-F*CKING BUS.”

So yeah, kids. Keep reminding me to look both ways before I cross the street.