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I woke up early this morning, first light early, and realized that in that first glow of dawn, my new apartment is the most beautiful place in the world. It glows in this almost misty way that makes it feel like being under the boughs of a forest that towers so high you can't see the top of it. A concret and brick forest, but a forest nonetheless. It makes me realize how very happy I am to have made this new step in my life. This place is mine, entirely, and I feel at home here. I've been nesting for the past couple of months to get into my skin here, so to speak. I finally feel settled here and ready to emerge into the world again.
I haven't seen nearly as many people as I'd like to lately, and considering that fact that so many people I enjoy will be leaving in the coming months (Emily, Andrew for example), I really should remedy that.
Darold seems to be doing better with me not living there, lately, which makes me happy. My intent in moving out was never to cause him any sort of distress. I just needed a change in my life, and I've been much happier since I made it.
What else, what else? I got the new CD by the Decemberists for my birthday. It's amazing, and I can't stop listening to it. Also, I have some silly goals that hardly bear mentioning on here, but if I don't hold myself in some way accountable, I might not do it, so I suppose I should create some concrete evidence of them. I'm working out every day now. I've also made up healthy menus for the week with the aid of a healthy meal-planner. I may just be on the right track. I am determined to continue the trend of slimming down that I began last year and then allowed to plateau. I'm still nowhere near where I want to be, so I'm going to be proactive. I figure that if I slim and tone enough to feel good in a bathing suit over summer, I'll treat myself to some form of tan skin. A girl has to have a bit of fun while Darold's living it up in Vienna for months, right?
Speaking of, I really really wish I was going to Vienna, but my parents have already poured so much money into my education that I couldn't bear to ask them for the extra $7,000.00+ that it would cost for me to go overseas, especially as they're currently helping my sister pay for a divorce from one of the most awful husbands imaginable.
I miss my family. They're in Florida right now to take the kids to Disney World (they got tickets from Santa for Christmas). I wish I was with them.
Blah, blah, blah. I don't know why I felt the need to return here. Can't hurt, I suppose.
I haven't seen nearly as many people as I'd like to lately, and considering that fact that so many people I enjoy will be leaving in the coming months (Emily, Andrew for example), I really should remedy that.
Darold seems to be doing better with me not living there, lately, which makes me happy. My intent in moving out was never to cause him any sort of distress. I just needed a change in my life, and I've been much happier since I made it.
What else, what else? I got the new CD by the Decemberists for my birthday. It's amazing, and I can't stop listening to it. Also, I have some silly goals that hardly bear mentioning on here, but if I don't hold myself in some way accountable, I might not do it, so I suppose I should create some concrete evidence of them. I'm working out every day now. I've also made up healthy menus for the week with the aid of a healthy meal-planner. I may just be on the right track. I am determined to continue the trend of slimming down that I began last year and then allowed to plateau. I'm still nowhere near where I want to be, so I'm going to be proactive. I figure that if I slim and tone enough to feel good in a bathing suit over summer, I'll treat myself to some form of tan skin. A girl has to have a bit of fun while Darold's living it up in Vienna for months, right?
Speaking of, I really really wish I was going to Vienna, but my parents have already poured so much money into my education that I couldn't bear to ask them for the extra $7,000.00+ that it would cost for me to go overseas, especially as they're currently helping my sister pay for a divorce from one of the most awful husbands imaginable.
I miss my family. They're in Florida right now to take the kids to Disney World (they got tickets from Santa for Christmas). I wish I was with them.
Blah, blah, blah. I don't know why I felt the need to return here. Can't hurt, I suppose.