An odd calling
It's been six months, six months of laughter and tears, joy and pain. A year ago today if you asked me if I thought I would be dating someone like tyler I probably would have laughed and moved on. But something unnamed, be it fate or what have you, brought us together and I couldnt be happier. Who would have thought that I, the one that hardly gets to two weeks before getting bored, could last half a year with someone?
I've noticed that recently I'm done talking about doing things and Im just doing them. I quit Barnes and Noble, I just decided to last week and did so the next day. Im burned out, I want to be payed well for what I do, I really like the job at the cafe in clinton (college street, to which I am working right now AND posting...) I work as well at the casino still, but that isnt going to last long either. Im hoping the catering job (12 bucks an hour cash) will get my accounts over two thousand dollars so that I can take the trip to ireland that I have been wanting for years.
This is another thing Im done talking about. Ireland.
Im done wishing and hoping and putting off. Im going. Period.
I know that its not green at all to be in a plane for 10 hours but I have to go there.
Everytime that I look at pictures or view videos of ireland its like Im seeing my home that I need to go back to, a severe ache. Its such an odd calling but I cant resist it. I need to see Ireland, no matter what way I do it. Be that backpacking, guided tour or just by myself...
I've noticed that recently I'm done talking about doing things and Im just doing them. I quit Barnes and Noble, I just decided to last week and did so the next day. Im burned out, I want to be payed well for what I do, I really like the job at the cafe in clinton (college street, to which I am working right now AND posting...) I work as well at the casino still, but that isnt going to last long either. Im hoping the catering job (12 bucks an hour cash) will get my accounts over two thousand dollars so that I can take the trip to ireland that I have been wanting for years.
This is another thing Im done talking about. Ireland.
Im done wishing and hoping and putting off. Im going. Period.
I know that its not green at all to be in a plane for 10 hours but I have to go there.
Everytime that I look at pictures or view videos of ireland its like Im seeing my home that I need to go back to, a severe ache. Its such an odd calling but I cant resist it. I need to see Ireland, no matter what way I do it. Be that backpacking, guided tour or just by myself...