It's a good time to take a stroll
I wonder how many people are honestly happy most of the time? From what I've seen and the people I know, my guess is not very many. It makes me treasure what I have right now all the more. I truly am happy. How many times have you heard those words come out of my mouth? I don't feel like I'm in such a rush to get to the next step of my life. I feel like taking my time and enjoying the here and now. I like that. Of course, money is short... when is it not? But, becoming official trailer trash has somehow made things more comfortable and less stressful. I'm standing at the beginning of a long, winding path... and the view is beautiful. I'm not so worried about the future anymore. It seems things are slowly falling into place.
Even my job, which I've been doing for over a year now, is finally paying off. I'll be moving into a new position at the clinic shortly. I'm sure I'll hate the customers, but I'll love the animals and the hours. I can screw on a fake smile for a few hours. I'll summon the bubbly young lady I sometimes mask myself with. She'll win them over, I'm sure.
And on top of it all, I'm in a relationship that still seems too good to be true. I've never been so happy and comfortable with someone else. It seems I've finally found someone to enjoy the roller-coaster ride of life with. And if I should puke over the side, someone to laugh at me... hysterically... and never let me live it down.
Our demonic fur-child, Max, seems to be the happiest he's ever been as well. He's king of the trailer and spoiled as can be... with no gigantic ball of lard with fur, named Puck, to bully him.
I've found a restaurant (that I've known has been here since we've moved here, but never got around to eating at) that will definitely become my favorite, should we ever get around to eating there again. It's a catfish place that has fried clams, coconut shrimp, and hush puppies to die for. Unfortunately, the hours they're open are short and they're closed on Sunday. But if we get hungry in the middle of the night, we can always get a $3 meal at one of the casinos.
As far as improvements I could make... I really should learn to be comfortable driving one of these days. Ya know, just in case I might have to actually (gasp) take myself to work. And I need to build a robot that is capable of cleaning dishes... either that, or just not be so lazy. I like the robot idea better.
It seems I'll have to wait a year or so before I'll get to see my beloved Oregon again, with it's gorgeous star filled skies, snow capped mountains, rives, lakes, and forests as far as the eye can see, rocky beaches, and icy waves breaking against the cliffs. I miss it... but I'll see it again someday.
All in all, life is pretty damn good right now. I've got plenty of time on my hands to smell the roses, someone to prod me in the side to get me out and about, and a promising scene opening up before me.
-D