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I typed up a long summary of the last few weeks, but what it all comes down to is this:
I'm happy. I'm underpaid, overworked, and in some bad situations--- but I'm happy. I realized this as I was running (in my pajamas) down an abandoned Brooklyn street at midnight with a small carton of ice cream in my hand. Who does that?
I wish I could be more honest with you, livejournal, but the truth is that my life is so "in my face" that I can't even sort it out in my own head, let alone on this blank canvas of the internet.
I'm loving, I'm missing, I'm learning, I'm forgiving, I'm letting go.
I'm searching.
My home is still out of sight-- but I'm getting there.
I'm happy. I'm underpaid, overworked, and in some bad situations--- but I'm happy. I realized this as I was running (in my pajamas) down an abandoned Brooklyn street at midnight with a small carton of ice cream in my hand. Who does that?
I wish I could be more honest with you, livejournal, but the truth is that my life is so "in my face" that I can't even sort it out in my own head, let alone on this blank canvas of the internet.
I'm loving, I'm missing, I'm learning, I'm forgiving, I'm letting go.
I'm searching.
My home is still out of sight-- but I'm getting there.