I will go on until the end.
As strange as it seems, there's something liberating about having NO IDEA what's going to happen next.
I've spent the last week making arrangements for my existance. Beyond the fact that my earthly belongings have been relocated, I haven't gotten that far. As a friend said the other night, I have the destination, but I know nothing of the journey. A bit backwards, such am I.
In the midst of all the craziness that ensued on Sunday with moving, I decided in the coffee shop that I was in need of a tattoo. So I glanced at my friend, and said, "Let's GO!" I've now got a green triskele on the inside of my left wrist. A triskele can mean many things...It's a symbol of strength, especially for women...but what I needed it for was the sense of balance it represents, of which I have none. Also it symbolizes the never ending journey that life takes. It's the first of my tattoos that I can actually see, so it'll perhaps be a constant reminder of what I'm striving for.
I had been saving that wrist for when I get married, for a claddagh, but methinks I've decided that I am not cut out for relationships in general, so if it ever comes to that, I'm sure a superimposition could be worked out.
I'm waiting to hear back on a few apartments in Chicago, and money is coming together slowly but surely. I love my people here, some more than others, and everyone here has helped to shape me into who I am, be it a good thing or bad. But the city of Louisville is Stifling, and I need out. More and more it seems like I'm almost panicing to be a part of something new.
I do have some bridges to mend, and a few weeks left in which to do it. Some of you should expect some emails or phone calls. I won't offer apologies, but I will offer a renewal of friendship, and it will be up to each of you individually to decide if that's something you want in your life.
Life goes on, and I go with it.
I've spent the last week making arrangements for my existance. Beyond the fact that my earthly belongings have been relocated, I haven't gotten that far. As a friend said the other night, I have the destination, but I know nothing of the journey. A bit backwards, such am I.
In the midst of all the craziness that ensued on Sunday with moving, I decided in the coffee shop that I was in need of a tattoo. So I glanced at my friend, and said, "Let's GO!" I've now got a green triskele on the inside of my left wrist. A triskele can mean many things...It's a symbol of strength, especially for women...but what I needed it for was the sense of balance it represents, of which I have none. Also it symbolizes the never ending journey that life takes. It's the first of my tattoos that I can actually see, so it'll perhaps be a constant reminder of what I'm striving for.
I had been saving that wrist for when I get married, for a claddagh, but methinks I've decided that I am not cut out for relationships in general, so if it ever comes to that, I'm sure a superimposition could be worked out.
I'm waiting to hear back on a few apartments in Chicago, and money is coming together slowly but surely. I love my people here, some more than others, and everyone here has helped to shape me into who I am, be it a good thing or bad. But the city of Louisville is Stifling, and I need out. More and more it seems like I'm almost panicing to be a part of something new.
I do have some bridges to mend, and a few weeks left in which to do it. Some of you should expect some emails or phone calls. I won't offer apologies, but I will offer a renewal of friendship, and it will be up to each of you individually to decide if that's something you want in your life.
Life goes on, and I go with it.