Things keep changing
So, as always when something major or worth writing about happens I decide to drink a bottle of wine and revisit LiveJournal. My life has shifted a bit. I moved in with my now ex-boyfriend Sean summer '10. I should have known moving in with someone because i had no other choice was a bad idea. I liked Sean quite a bit in the beginning, but him being 3 years years younger then me kind of put a strain on things. We ended moving out of his parents house within about 2 months and moved in with Sean's friends. We all shared a 4 bedroom house and things where going okay. In the back of my head I always knew that Sean and I where just a temporary thing.
About almost a year ago my Dad decided he wanted to move to Washington to be close to my sister and I. He stayed with her for a while but as it turns out Davia, the woman who we rent our rooms from, told my dad he could live with us till he finds something else cuz she needed the money. Needless to say it was horribly uncomfortable to have my dad living in the same house as my boyfriend, his friends drug dealing boyfriend, and Davia.
Eventually my dad got a girlfriend, Rebecca. She is a really great woman I and was pleasantly surprised to find out my dad wasn't dating another cunt faced whore from hell. He ended up moving in with her in a very nice house in Portland.
At the same time things with Sean and I started to get a bit complicated. I was drinking too much, he was smoking too much pot, and we where both popping way too many pills. I really do care for Sean, hes just wasn't the right guy for me. He was always so emotional and all over the place. It didn't help that the Roommates where just as emotionally unstable as us. None the less, I had a really good time in that house. Its a part of my life I will never forget. Eventually the relationship between Sean I was obviously coming to end. So we broke up, and I had to move in with my dad and his girlfriend. Sean will always be like a best friend to me. Maybe some day I will be able to let someone in that truly loves me. Right now I just want to figure out more about myself before committing to one man for the rest of my life.
Due to the break-up I had to move in with my Dad. It was kind of hard to move back in with my dad after being on my own since 18. I'm adjusting well. The fact that one of my good friends from beauty school lives down a couple blocks really helps. I have people to go out with now. Instead of being stuck in a house with a bunch of 19 year old's.Downtown is about 10 minutes away so it makes for some really fun nights. I just need to stop partying my ass off and get a job. I have put apps and resumes everywhere but I have only received one bite from a specialty foods store. Still waiting on that.
The race to get a job is becoming even more prevalent since my dad took a job back in California and will only be home on the weekends. I'm comfortable in the house, but its just Rebecca, Katelyn her daughter, and Bobby her son. I don't feel quit so bad since they are all my age and we have our own rooms. It makes it easier to hibernate when I want to remove myself or sleep off a hangover.
They are really nice people. Her kids grew up a bit better off then I did. I find myself rolling my eyes often. But at least I have a place to stay and some food to eat.
Its weird, I thought this post was going to be way more pessimistic.