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I'm home, and it's good. I missed the sound of purring in my ear lulling me to sleep and stepping on a kitty everywhere I go. I missed my friends. I missed being able to cook myself dinner. Sometimes you really want a hot dog, but they are too sketchy in the dining hall. Sometimes you really want tacos...but oh, they only have those on Tuesdays. So yes, I am happy with my decision and am settling into my new life.
Incidentally, settling into your new life is strange when in fact it's actually your old life. Sometimes I get very nostalgic for high school, but I am just prone to nostalgia I guess. Thinking about past memories makes me feel so fuzzy.
I am on my way to no longer being broke now that I can work Crescent parties again and started a new job as a receptionist at the animal clinic where my mom works. I'm catching on to it pretty quickly, actually. I like everyone I work with, too, with the exception of the assistant manager. I only have to deal with her for about an hour a day which is good. Don't think I could take her burping, cursing, demeaning, and otherwise crude behavior for much longer than that.
Yesterday marked a year since Pierce and I broke up. A year goes by so quickly and makes you feel so old. I am so glad that we've managed to avoid post break up resentment/anger/cattiness/awkwardness because above all else he was always a best friend to me. I think managing to remain friends says a lot about who he is as a person and the kind of true, rich frienship we have.