Whoa
Weekdays are hardest for me. Somewhat because I still feel like I should be getting up and going to school (even though I voluntarily quit the program more than three weeks ago), somewhat because I come back to my mother's rather than staying at T's.
This week was particularly difficult because of what happened Wendsday. Currently T works full time at a warehouse and part time at a radio station. The full time gig as an auditor exposes him to the wrath of his co-workers and has little opportunity for advancement due largely to policy and technicalities. The part time gig has even less opportunity for advancement, in fact he has little hope of even getting a full time position. Things have been that way for about a year. T seemed to hit his breaking point this week. Two nights ago I received an IM to the effect that he wanted another job, he wanted to move and he didn't really care where as long as I went with him.
Given that I was already planning to move downstate next fall, the prospect of moving didn't frighten me. However, having the entire continental united states to choose from rather than just the geographies of Southern California or Southern Illinois was...a bit unnerving.
Do not misunderstand. I love T and if we can survive last month (between the two of us there were three wedding events, a broken toe, recurring gastrointestinal and allergy problems, a trip out of state, the flu, two official drop outs (for very different reasons), a broken tooth, general depression and several panic attacks) I'm rather confident we can survive almost anything. Just because I think we can walk together through life doesn't mean that I wont stumble or bitch and moan on occasion.
As of right now we've agreed (or I chose since the decision was defaulted to me by nature of the fact that Japanese language major is not something that is offered by every university in the country) on downriver Michigan.
In other news: *stands up and clears throat* My name is Panda and I am...a Gackt fan.
This week was particularly difficult because of what happened Wendsday. Currently T works full time at a warehouse and part time at a radio station. The full time gig as an auditor exposes him to the wrath of his co-workers and has little opportunity for advancement due largely to policy and technicalities. The part time gig has even less opportunity for advancement, in fact he has little hope of even getting a full time position. Things have been that way for about a year. T seemed to hit his breaking point this week. Two nights ago I received an IM to the effect that he wanted another job, he wanted to move and he didn't really care where as long as I went with him.
Given that I was already planning to move downstate next fall, the prospect of moving didn't frighten me. However, having the entire continental united states to choose from rather than just the geographies of Southern California or Southern Illinois was...a bit unnerving.
Do not misunderstand. I love T and if we can survive last month (between the two of us there were three wedding events, a broken toe, recurring gastrointestinal and allergy problems, a trip out of state, the flu, two official drop outs (for very different reasons), a broken tooth, general depression and several panic attacks) I'm rather confident we can survive almost anything. Just because I think we can walk together through life doesn't mean that I wont stumble or bitch and moan on occasion.
As of right now we've agreed (or I chose since the decision was defaulted to me by nature of the fact that Japanese language major is not something that is offered by every university in the country) on downriver Michigan.
In other news: *stands up and clears throat* My name is Panda and I am...a Gackt fan.