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All I can say is that nothing prepared me for this massive world of changes life threw at me.
Nothing prepared me for the real world, moving out, paying bills, responsibility, real relationships, parting with family, all of it.
There is little comfort in transition, little feeling of safety and the sanctity of a home, no constant routine of school work and sleep, but I do know one thing.
I can see that things will settle eventually. I can see that I have support. I can see that I still have love and I hold it close to me.
Nothing prepared me for the news that my car was busted again.
Nothing prepared me for bills.
Nothing prepared me for the news that we sold the house.
Nothing prepared me for the adoption of this cat?
And most of all I had no warning that I'd be quitting my job yesterday, but I suppose it's all for the best.
And I know I have a plan, and I don't know where I'm going from here, except that I'm finding my own way.
I've cried more in the past week than I have in the past 8 months.
The feeling of change and letting go of the place I grew up, the comfort, the memories, the moments, the normality and the familiar is unexplicable. I feel displaced and lost, scared and yet hopeful.
And it's all so foreign yet all so intriguing.
I haven't done this LJ thing in a while, but that's what's up with my life.
I have a car, a backpack, a bit of cash and the last 4 days at my job. I live in three places and none of them belong to me. I have no specific home. I have no specific direction, but I do have people that I love dearly and a laptop to write it all down in.
So I think I'm doing okay.
I think I'll be okay.
Nothing prepared me for the real world, moving out, paying bills, responsibility, real relationships, parting with family, all of it.
There is little comfort in transition, little feeling of safety and the sanctity of a home, no constant routine of school work and sleep, but I do know one thing.
I can see that things will settle eventually. I can see that I have support. I can see that I still have love and I hold it close to me.
Nothing prepared me for the news that my car was busted again.
Nothing prepared me for bills.
Nothing prepared me for the news that we sold the house.
Nothing prepared me for the adoption of this cat?
And most of all I had no warning that I'd be quitting my job yesterday, but I suppose it's all for the best.
And I know I have a plan, and I don't know where I'm going from here, except that I'm finding my own way.
I've cried more in the past week than I have in the past 8 months.
The feeling of change and letting go of the place I grew up, the comfort, the memories, the moments, the normality and the familiar is unexplicable. I feel displaced and lost, scared and yet hopeful.
And it's all so foreign yet all so intriguing.
I haven't done this LJ thing in a while, but that's what's up with my life.
I have a car, a backpack, a bit of cash and the last 4 days at my job. I live in three places and none of them belong to me. I have no specific home. I have no specific direction, but I do have people that I love dearly and a laptop to write it all down in.
So I think I'm doing okay.
I think I'll be okay.