I’m currently sitting on my couch with my feet up on the coffee table. I’m in comfy PJ pants and my fan is blowing fresh air from the open window onto my toes. I’m surrounded by 100 year old floors and beautifully painted walls with a view of the Puget Sound.
and I’m directly facing my new TV.
Life is good, people. Life is good.
When I left Small Town I didn’t take a TV because none of them are mine. (My great grandma is still pissed that my ex didn’t give me one of his. He had like 4.) For three months I lived in my boss’ family’s basement. They had a TV and cable down there. It was a good transitory period. But when I moved into my own place in January I was TV free.
I took it as a challenge during bar prep to see how long I could go without cable or internet. I lasted until the week after the bar for internet. Since then I’ve kept my eye out online for TVs but I haven’t found a killer deal. It hasn’t really been in my budget anyway. I suppose I could have made room but obviously dresses are more important to me than TV.
The last TV I owned was also treasure I found on Craigslist. It was 19″ and $40 back in 2008. I figured I could find something similar on there now, but I hadn’t had any luck… until this morning.
I was updating a firm ad on Craigslist and I figured I’d check it out. Right there in front of me, 15 minutes old, was a post from a guy in my neighborhood with a $10 TV. TEN DOLLARS! And he claimed it worked! Now all I needed was to see if he’d hold onto it and maybe a sign that this was the deal for me.
I was recently given back some presents I gave a person who-shall-remain-unnamed (…..) and one of my bosses bought it off of me for a prorated rate this afternoon! I had forty bucks cold hard cash in my hand. (BALLER!) Clearly, my only option was to text that TV owner and make the deal happen.
At 6:15 PM I pulled up to his house (I know, I know) and there in the yard was the TV for me. He helped me wrangle it in. Then a girlfriend I’ve met since moving here met me at my house to help carry it up. Along the sidewalk to my apartment a man from my fave bar across the street jogged over to help us while his friends took photos. (I guess my new TV and the two of us are on some random people’s facebook right now… weird)
We got to my complex door, the two of us lugged it upstairs, and now it is sitting on my living room floor, waiting for a stand to sit on.
Let me tell you guys: This TV may be like 10 years old. It might not be a flat panel. It might not be 50 inches wide. It might not be 3D or “smart” or the fanciest name brand there is. But it is mine. It is bigger than any TV I’ve ever owned (27″). And it is just one more symbol of how absolutely blessed my life is that not only did I find it, I had a friend I could call who would instantly come to my aid, then sit and have a drink and apps with me afterwards.
God is working in amazing ways around here. He is speaking to my heart and drawing me back to his glory. To my surprise, he’s doing it with a $10 TV.
It is a glorious life to live – and it looks nothing like I ever imagined.