What's so good about goodbye?
Just in case a few of you were wondering when I'd get back on my meds...I wasn't as angry as that last post made me seem. Well, okay I was, but not at anyone who could have read it. After too few weeks of pounding the pavement and applying everywhere we could think of, and then some it's coming to a close. Mind you, as of yet there has been no final bell, and the fat lady has not sung, but if things don't change within a week we've got to call it good. If this happens of course I'll be sad, but I can't say I'll feel regret. Because, if nothing else, at least I tried. I'm not even sure I knew what that meant until now. The phrase living on a prayer also holds new meaning for me. I've known abject poverty, and I've known how to get by. I've also experienced fairly comfortable life, but trying to build a life from scratch is something that I've only seen until recently. No matter which way things go I hope I like this last state, because I suspect I'm gonna be here for a long while to come. Funny, I do believe all of my careful planning was designed to avoid this particular circumstance, and come to find out I'm fine with it. For the record, I do know I could have been smarter about this, but after having lived two months as the walking dead and two and a half weeks feeling alive and free I have to say I couldn't have done things much better. Hope everyone is well and happy.
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