The letter H...The letter H
I saw that I hadn't posted in 8 months, so I thought I'd post something, but when it came down to it, I didn't really know what to say.
I mean, a lot can happen in 8 months, right? Except happiness doesn't often express itself well in writing. I can tell you about events in the lives of those I love (like, my little sister got herself engaged and married, all in the last 8 months; my older sister just found out she's pregnant and is due in September; my little brother started college), but me? I'm just living, I guess.
I worked at the zoo last summer; that was fun. When the job ended, I got back into project-based/on-call archaeology and have been living on that ever since. It helps that I technically live with my parents, which isn't too bad because I live in hotels when I'm working and spend a lot of time at Sam's when I'm not. Oh, also, I bought a car! That definitely helps; no more getting rides to the office from my parents, or Sam having to drive two hours every time we want to see each other.
Anyway, work is good. Apart from being always either not working or out of town (nature of the beast in my field), I'm enjoying it; I got to be Crew Chief in October, and I've had a lot of independence on the project I've been on recently, and I'm having fun. I work for multiple companies, going on projects for whoever's got them for me. I'm going to have 5 separate W-2s this tax season. Fun.
That's pretty much it. Except, it sounds a lot more blah than it is; I love archaeology, and I'm still thinking about grad school, and reading, and loving Sam, and the loving Sam part is definitely the best.
I mean, a lot can happen in 8 months, right? Except happiness doesn't often express itself well in writing. I can tell you about events in the lives of those I love (like, my little sister got herself engaged and married, all in the last 8 months; my older sister just found out she's pregnant and is due in September; my little brother started college), but me? I'm just living, I guess.
I worked at the zoo last summer; that was fun. When the job ended, I got back into project-based/on-call archaeology and have been living on that ever since. It helps that I technically live with my parents, which isn't too bad because I live in hotels when I'm working and spend a lot of time at Sam's when I'm not. Oh, also, I bought a car! That definitely helps; no more getting rides to the office from my parents, or Sam having to drive two hours every time we want to see each other.
Anyway, work is good. Apart from being always either not working or out of town (nature of the beast in my field), I'm enjoying it; I got to be Crew Chief in October, and I've had a lot of independence on the project I've been on recently, and I'm having fun. I work for multiple companies, going on projects for whoever's got them for me. I'm going to have 5 separate W-2s this tax season. Fun.
That's pretty much it. Except, it sounds a lot more blah than it is; I love archaeology, and I'm still thinking about grad school, and reading, and loving Sam, and the loving Sam part is definitely the best.