I have been goaded into updating my journal

[satinsheets]

I don't feel like I have anything to say about what's gone down since February that everyone doesn't already know. I finished the Spring semester, took a summer class, played a lot of Scrabble and almost finished a 1000 piece puzzle of the Mona Lisa. My mom moved to Lancaster and I lived in the empty house for about a month, living almost exclusively off the vegetables that grew in the garden. Then I moved to Lexington in August into the tiny, cute apartment I share with SBJ. I got a job a mile from home at the Downtown Arts Center selling tickets to plays. I joined the fencing club and made some amazing friends. I started working out all the time to stave off the soul-crushing homesickness I felt and got into crazy good shape. Life went on, fall came, and I could finally ride my bike somewhere without arriving drenched in sweat. Then I decided I needed a second job, and got hired to walk dogs and be a personal assistant for a disabled woman. She turned out to be a huge bully who made me cry on more than one occasion. I stopped working out because I never had time and pretty much grew to hate my life. After much deliberation and encouragement from my friends, I quit that job a little before Thanksgiving. I learned a lot about myself from that experience and I wouldn't take it back if I could. I went back to Paducah for the first time since August over Thanksgiving break. It still feels like home, but at the same time, not. Now it's December and the semester is almost over. I haven't been this satisfied with life in a long time. I'm doing well in school, I have a super easy job that pays the bills, the best friends anyone could ever hope for, oh, and I went and got myself a man, who is fantastic.

Now all of you leave me alone about updating for the next 10 months. :D