A New Life Begins?
I waited for about a year and a half, biding my time. Whenever I thought I couldn't do it any longer, that something would definitely snap, a dazzling spark would appear and numb the pain, just long enough to convince me to push a little further. Love's been there and wonderful all along. During the last few months, though, I started dreading that I'd drag him in my murky hopelessness.
Mexico's sweet taste evaporated quickly, replaced by the worn bitterness of daily routine. Announcing my departure at work briefly felt like a brave accomplishment, but lead to the apprehensive quest for an exciting bread-earning position. The search luckily allowed me to meet what appears to be the kindest psychiatrist. I started working as his assistant today. I am admittedly wondering why I am not one of his patients, as he specializes in workplace issues (oh, the irony!), but I nonetheless intend to use whatever energies I may still muster to become the best assistant he could have met. This could be the solution I was awaiting... especially since this new position will allow for much more time with my Love. We shall see...
On a different note, please meet Oscura Kalakira Iskaba Albatou Osnabrück de Vion, or, more succinctly, Oska, an adventurous teen with an unconventional family and a knack for mechanics:
I bought 3 wigs and brand new pants from Iplehouse... and she ended up preferring an old Monique I chopped for her and a pair of slacks I assembled from scraps of fabric and damaged to her liking. She's wonderful~! <3
I'll definitely have to put up a sales thread for all the stuff she doesn't use, though... and maybe even for Ashanti. I've seen pictures of her on DoA and she is absolutely beautiful... which is not something that ever quite exactly attracted me. In all her fashion magazine glory, she lacks the attitude I wished to see in her. I still hope that the one who will appear at my doorstep will be an exception, but nothing is less certain. It doesn't matter, though... the money from her sale would be quite welcome!
One last bit of news: I am now the (very) proud owner of a stylish (methinks) green bicycle that I intend to take everywhere in town. It's about 30 to 40 years old and screeches angrily whenever I break. It's lovely~!
Before I leave, here's thoughtful amazing Azrai among the cherry blossoms:
And Sheharanakai, showing some woodland-elf roots on the first snowy spring day we had, nearly a month ago:
Mexico's sweet taste evaporated quickly, replaced by the worn bitterness of daily routine. Announcing my departure at work briefly felt like a brave accomplishment, but lead to the apprehensive quest for an exciting bread-earning position. The search luckily allowed me to meet what appears to be the kindest psychiatrist. I started working as his assistant today. I am admittedly wondering why I am not one of his patients, as he specializes in workplace issues (oh, the irony!), but I nonetheless intend to use whatever energies I may still muster to become the best assistant he could have met. This could be the solution I was awaiting... especially since this new position will allow for much more time with my Love. We shall see...
On a different note, please meet Oscura Kalakira Iskaba Albatou Osnabrück de Vion, or, more succinctly, Oska, an adventurous teen with an unconventional family and a knack for mechanics:
I bought 3 wigs and brand new pants from Iplehouse... and she ended up preferring an old Monique I chopped for her and a pair of slacks I assembled from scraps of fabric and damaged to her liking. She's wonderful~! <3
I'll definitely have to put up a sales thread for all the stuff she doesn't use, though... and maybe even for Ashanti. I've seen pictures of her on DoA and she is absolutely beautiful... which is not something that ever quite exactly attracted me. In all her fashion magazine glory, she lacks the attitude I wished to see in her. I still hope that the one who will appear at my doorstep will be an exception, but nothing is less certain. It doesn't matter, though... the money from her sale would be quite welcome!
One last bit of news: I am now the (very) proud owner of a stylish (methinks) green bicycle that I intend to take everywhere in town. It's about 30 to 40 years old and screeches angrily whenever I break. It's lovely~!
Before I leave, here's thoughtful amazing Azrai among the cherry blossoms:
And Sheharanakai, showing some woodland-elf roots on the first snowy spring day we had, nearly a month ago: