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Where is my life taking me?
No, seriously... what the fuck.
Everything's been a roller coaster since February with my job, and now I'm finding myself going abroad next month.
There's so many details I wish I could write about, but there's a stupid non-disclosure agreement I had to sign when I took my job, and I don't have $10 million on hand if I break that. So I guess I'll just have to be vague for now.
I've been back home in Atlanta since Memorial Day, taking some time off to deal with things that happened while I've been gone. My twin brother was hospitalized after a suicide attempt, which I flew home immediately upon hearing about when it happened back in April. My mother is having a hysterectomy in two weeks, but I won't be here for that.
Since I've been home, I haven't really seen any of my friends. This past weekend, I went up to Lake Hartwell with a guy I used to date early last year. It was fun, except he forgot to mention how high strung he's been since his mother was killed in a car accident and hindered his ability to handle stress.
The weekend before, I went down to Orlando for Gay Days with a bunch of friends. Didn't get as crazy as everyone else, but it was nice to get out and do something out of the ordinary. Saw Charles for the first time in a year and a half. It was refreshing to see him after so long. A feeling of something familiar after feeling like I've been wandering for so long. At least I'm rocking quite the tan right now. I'll fit in when we're overseas.
I still talk to Mike frequently. He's kind of like my reassurance. Still have yet to see him after having been back in Atlanta for a while. I haven't been able to have much of a social or dating life while I've been in LA. I'm too busy or travel too much. I just get home at the end of a long day and don't have the energy. I don't want to start a relationship. I want a companion, though. I've been trying find a welsh terrier breeder, but I'd have to wait until I'm back from abroad to get a puppy. I miss my dog so much.
I just don't even see the point in unpacking my bag. I don't even feel like I have a home anymore. I basically just signed my life away until Christmas.
No, seriously... what the fuck.
Everything's been a roller coaster since February with my job, and now I'm finding myself going abroad next month.
There's so many details I wish I could write about, but there's a stupid non-disclosure agreement I had to sign when I took my job, and I don't have $10 million on hand if I break that. So I guess I'll just have to be vague for now.
I've been back home in Atlanta since Memorial Day, taking some time off to deal with things that happened while I've been gone. My twin brother was hospitalized after a suicide attempt, which I flew home immediately upon hearing about when it happened back in April. My mother is having a hysterectomy in two weeks, but I won't be here for that.
Since I've been home, I haven't really seen any of my friends. This past weekend, I went up to Lake Hartwell with a guy I used to date early last year. It was fun, except he forgot to mention how high strung he's been since his mother was killed in a car accident and hindered his ability to handle stress.
The weekend before, I went down to Orlando for Gay Days with a bunch of friends. Didn't get as crazy as everyone else, but it was nice to get out and do something out of the ordinary. Saw Charles for the first time in a year and a half. It was refreshing to see him after so long. A feeling of something familiar after feeling like I've been wandering for so long. At least I'm rocking quite the tan right now. I'll fit in when we're overseas.
I still talk to Mike frequently. He's kind of like my reassurance. Still have yet to see him after having been back in Atlanta for a while. I haven't been able to have much of a social or dating life while I've been in LA. I'm too busy or travel too much. I just get home at the end of a long day and don't have the energy. I don't want to start a relationship. I want a companion, though. I've been trying find a welsh terrier breeder, but I'd have to wait until I'm back from abroad to get a puppy. I miss my dog so much.
I just don't even see the point in unpacking my bag. I don't even feel like I have a home anymore. I basically just signed my life away until Christmas.