The time has come, the Walrus said . . .
To entirely rearrange my life.
Two weeks ago: Rejected from grad school. Bastards.
One week ago: Joined Fire & Rescue, went to first drill, signed up for First responder classes.
Current: Learning car maintenance from Josh, changed my own oil, went to first call.
Next week: Buying my pickup truck.
Two weeks from now: Visiting for four days with Anthony, whom I have not seen in four years.
Three weeks from now: Moving from Westminster back to Marlboro.
If all goes well, by sometime next fall or winter I'll be an EMT, going to fire and medical calls, living in Marlboro, driving a pickup, repairing it myself, and re-applying to school.
My life is like a Mason jar full of oddly shaped objects. I keep shaking it, and hope that eventually the right things will fall to the bottom, and others rise to the top, and eventually it will all settle down into some sort of order.
Wishful thinking.
Two weeks ago: Rejected from grad school. Bastards.
One week ago: Joined Fire & Rescue, went to first drill, signed up for First responder classes.
Current: Learning car maintenance from Josh, changed my own oil, went to first call.
Next week: Buying my pickup truck.
Two weeks from now: Visiting for four days with Anthony, whom I have not seen in four years.
Three weeks from now: Moving from Westminster back to Marlboro.
If all goes well, by sometime next fall or winter I'll be an EMT, going to fire and medical calls, living in Marlboro, driving a pickup, repairing it myself, and re-applying to school.
My life is like a Mason jar full of oddly shaped objects. I keep shaking it, and hope that eventually the right things will fall to the bottom, and others rise to the top, and eventually it will all settle down into some sort of order.
Wishful thinking.