"we should call you by saturday"
So, I'm home. Home sweet home, Dover, NH.
Things started off well enough, but through a foggy lens of uncertainty. It's good to see everyone, but for some reason, things just aren't the same here in the live free or die state. I've begun to feel a little bit like a last resort.
When did I become the third wheel or the misfit in every situation? It's always the group... and Megan. I'm the token friend in many respects. I've grown very sick of elitist people, and worried that friends who felt the same are giving in. I feel a very sensitve rift growing between myself and my best friends. It's left me very out of sorts, and rather lonely. On top of that, I feel old and strangely familiar feelings pouring back from relationships. I can't get my hopes up again, nor can I doubt my gut instincts. Perhaps i should just lay low for a while.
On a happier note, as of June 6th, I will be a Hannaford employee no more. I will be moving on to bigger and better things. Namely, G. Willikers! (the toy store in Portsmouth that I worked at over xmas a couple of years ago) and Lane Bryant (clearly the only safe haven for us chubby folk, eh?) My boss at Hannaford has suggested that I come back and work every other week or so that I can remain on the payroll in order to work on vacations, but I'm not quite sure that I will take her up on that. I've got 32 hrs/week from G. Willikers! and 15-20 more from Lane Bryant.
I plan to bury myself in work this summer. Then the months will go by quickly. And then hopefully camping will go well, and eventually the time for Spain will come.
Let's just hope I'm having a bad couple of weeks and nothing more, eh?
Things started off well enough, but through a foggy lens of uncertainty. It's good to see everyone, but for some reason, things just aren't the same here in the live free or die state. I've begun to feel a little bit like a last resort.
When did I become the third wheel or the misfit in every situation? It's always the group... and Megan. I'm the token friend in many respects. I've grown very sick of elitist people, and worried that friends who felt the same are giving in. I feel a very sensitve rift growing between myself and my best friends. It's left me very out of sorts, and rather lonely. On top of that, I feel old and strangely familiar feelings pouring back from relationships. I can't get my hopes up again, nor can I doubt my gut instincts. Perhaps i should just lay low for a while.
On a happier note, as of June 6th, I will be a Hannaford employee no more. I will be moving on to bigger and better things. Namely, G. Willikers! (the toy store in Portsmouth that I worked at over xmas a couple of years ago) and Lane Bryant (clearly the only safe haven for us chubby folk, eh?) My boss at Hannaford has suggested that I come back and work every other week or so that I can remain on the payroll in order to work on vacations, but I'm not quite sure that I will take her up on that. I've got 32 hrs/week from G. Willikers! and 15-20 more from Lane Bryant.
I plan to bury myself in work this summer. Then the months will go by quickly. And then hopefully camping will go well, and eventually the time for Spain will come.
Let's just hope I'm having a bad couple of weeks and nothing more, eh?