Stored in my Neck

Early today I signed my new lease and handed over my security deposit just a block from the apartment I'll be moving into on Sunday. As I sat there, anxious pen hovering, my grip on the heft of what I was about to sign up for evaporated. The gentleman at the desk was incredibly kind, cheerful, and funny. I was drawn in by his candor and stayed for a story about his college career.
Then, my spirit was lifted up, I felt comfortable as closure on the "is this the right move for me" question was given, and the reason became clear: a glut of receptive souls in a new neighborhood whom I would teach by either opening or not opening my mouth. I was refreshed. Confident. And then found that I had signed everything and it was done.