Long time no see...?
So, I'm back at this whole livejournal thing. I'm not sure how this is going to work out-- kind of like giving a past boy/girlfriend a second chance after things fizzled. It's not that I don't love you livejournal. It's just that... the passion has gone. The heat has fled. But I'm all for second chances.
News for those who care:
1: My grandmother (Mimi) died. It's been almost 9 months, and we're making it. I'm mostly making it because I'm 750 miles from home. When it's really rough, I can just pretend that I just haven't called her in a while.
2. I graduated! I now, officially, have a BA in English Lit, for whatever that's worth.
3. I've now officially acquired and resigned from 2 jobs since the aforementioned graduation. I loved Barnes and Noble (shit money, though). I hated Marriott (but the money was passable). Eh... que sera-sera.
4. I'm now on job #3. The money is nice, but it's a call center. *shrug*. It's a temp-to-hire gig, so in 6 months I'll either be hired or have found a new job.
5. I'm currently homeless. Well, between homes, crashing at a friend's house, until things (hopefully) firm-up with my new landlord. It's strange. It's so nice here at my friend's-- peaceful, cheerful, laid back. But I miss living with my boyfriend, and it's only been about 48 hours. I enjoy this new peace-- the most peace I've had in about a year and a half-- but I miss the life I had. I miss having a space that is mine; having a space with my bf.
Uhm... yeah. So that pretty much sums up my life for the past year (almost). I feel like I've fucked up my life-- my money, my credit, my career prospects-- royally. But, at the same time, as much as I regret the damage I've done, I can't regret the way it's forced me to grow as a person. And yeah, I might not have a place of my own-- or with my boyfriend-- and I may be technically homeless right now, but... I'm kind of ok with it. I wasn't two days ago; two days ago I was losing my fucking mind. But it's over; I can't do anything but be here. Now. Tomorrow, I may have a place to go to, or I may not. But I'm so fucking tired and so glad for this peace that I don't truly care.
Is this contentment? Eh... maybe.
News for those who care:
1: My grandmother (Mimi) died. It's been almost 9 months, and we're making it. I'm mostly making it because I'm 750 miles from home. When it's really rough, I can just pretend that I just haven't called her in a while.
2. I graduated! I now, officially, have a BA in English Lit, for whatever that's worth.
3. I've now officially acquired and resigned from 2 jobs since the aforementioned graduation. I loved Barnes and Noble (shit money, though). I hated Marriott (but the money was passable). Eh... que sera-sera.
4. I'm now on job #3. The money is nice, but it's a call center. *shrug*. It's a temp-to-hire gig, so in 6 months I'll either be hired or have found a new job.
5. I'm currently homeless. Well, between homes, crashing at a friend's house, until things (hopefully) firm-up with my new landlord. It's strange. It's so nice here at my friend's-- peaceful, cheerful, laid back. But I miss living with my boyfriend, and it's only been about 48 hours. I enjoy this new peace-- the most peace I've had in about a year and a half-- but I miss the life I had. I miss having a space that is mine; having a space with my bf.
Uhm... yeah. So that pretty much sums up my life for the past year (almost). I feel like I've fucked up my life-- my money, my credit, my career prospects-- royally. But, at the same time, as much as I regret the damage I've done, I can't regret the way it's forced me to grow as a person. And yeah, I might not have a place of my own-- or with my boyfriend-- and I may be technically homeless right now, but... I'm kind of ok with it. I wasn't two days ago; two days ago I was losing my fucking mind. But it's over; I can't do anything but be here. Now. Tomorrow, I may have a place to go to, or I may not. But I'm so fucking tired and so glad for this peace that I don't truly care.
Is this contentment? Eh... maybe.