Day 16 of being The Guy
So I finally found a chance to update this thing. Oddly enough, updating it seems kinda redundant, because everyone but Haschel knows what I'm doing right now anyway. So really, this update goes out to him. Here's to you, Kelly.
So I got moved into Sara and Trent's place. I only plan on staying there a few months, at least 2 and hopefully no longer than 6. Once I get another job actually nailed down, then I'll be a lot better off. I'll be actually financially stable, something I'm trying to get figured out. There really isn't any other way to do this than to just plunge head-first into it. Last week was a little scary, too; I only had a maximum of twenty bucks in my wallet and I think I ended up eating way too much ramen than is really healthy or proper.
I sliced my finger on a computer today. There's two bandaids covering the very tip of my finger, and typing is really annoying because it hurts and I keep hitting two keys at once because of the damn bandaids. I think the computer works, though.
People keep asking me what my plans are, and the only thing I can come up with is just to get moved into someplace I can call mine. Really, all I'm doing right now is living out of S and T's living room. I'm reasonably certain it's an improvement over where I was before; at least things are less crowded at home, and I probably eased their food budget by a hundred bucks or so. I just miss my old room. It was really, well, me. I don't know anyone else who had a room even close to it. When you spend eight years sleeping in the same room, you really miss it when you finally leave it.
Every now and again, my past school career pops into my head, and I remember just how much I really like not being there any more. I do plan on attending a college of some sort, and from what I hear, it's a radically different place to be, which is good, but I'm kinda enjoying just not having a whole lot of really tiny obligations all the damn time. I wonder if anyone looks back on their high school years and thinks, "Man, those were the best years of my life. I wish I could do that again." I mean, having to pay bills (I admit, I don't really have a whole lot of those yet) and go to work and whatnot don't really seem like the huge, world-crushing events that seemed to crop up in high school, like grades or reports. Everything's cool now. I don't really, actually have to be anywhere I don't want to be. I can skip work and call in sick and no one's the wiser; world keeps turning, nothing falls apart, people aren't getting all worked up over something they're going to toss out in a week. I don't have to talk to anyone, because there's no huge gossip network any more. My reputation doesn't follow me around any more. I have met more new people in the six months I have been out of school than in two entire years of school. It's really nice to finally just be a regular damn person. I have a car, a job, and a default rest location. I can wake up on my days off and do whatever the hell I want.
I guess what I'm trying to convey here is the utter sense of freedom I'm getting, here. Getting out of the house was a final step, of sorts. I'm not responsible for anyone else anymore, technically. Toni's the closest thing at this point, and I don't live with her, so yeah. If I wanted to, I could get up from this desk and drive into Washington in the middle of the night and spend a day in Seattle.
That sounds like a good idea.
One of these days, once I get situated in my own apartment and settled in for the next decade or whatever, I am taking the car and whoever wants to come, and I am going on a road trip. I don't know where, yet; Montana probably. I think I might go by myself, actually. Take a week, at least. A month would be awesome. I want to see things; I wanna get this wanderlust worked out, get a sense of things. I want to drive down a road in the morning, with no one else for miles in either direction, and only have a vague idea of where I might end up.
Taste some freedom, I guess.
So I got moved into Sara and Trent's place. I only plan on staying there a few months, at least 2 and hopefully no longer than 6. Once I get another job actually nailed down, then I'll be a lot better off. I'll be actually financially stable, something I'm trying to get figured out. There really isn't any other way to do this than to just plunge head-first into it. Last week was a little scary, too; I only had a maximum of twenty bucks in my wallet and I think I ended up eating way too much ramen than is really healthy or proper.
I sliced my finger on a computer today. There's two bandaids covering the very tip of my finger, and typing is really annoying because it hurts and I keep hitting two keys at once because of the damn bandaids. I think the computer works, though.
People keep asking me what my plans are, and the only thing I can come up with is just to get moved into someplace I can call mine. Really, all I'm doing right now is living out of S and T's living room. I'm reasonably certain it's an improvement over where I was before; at least things are less crowded at home, and I probably eased their food budget by a hundred bucks or so. I just miss my old room. It was really, well, me. I don't know anyone else who had a room even close to it. When you spend eight years sleeping in the same room, you really miss it when you finally leave it.
Every now and again, my past school career pops into my head, and I remember just how much I really like not being there any more. I do plan on attending a college of some sort, and from what I hear, it's a radically different place to be, which is good, but I'm kinda enjoying just not having a whole lot of really tiny obligations all the damn time. I wonder if anyone looks back on their high school years and thinks, "Man, those were the best years of my life. I wish I could do that again." I mean, having to pay bills (I admit, I don't really have a whole lot of those yet) and go to work and whatnot don't really seem like the huge, world-crushing events that seemed to crop up in high school, like grades or reports. Everything's cool now. I don't really, actually have to be anywhere I don't want to be. I can skip work and call in sick and no one's the wiser; world keeps turning, nothing falls apart, people aren't getting all worked up over something they're going to toss out in a week. I don't have to talk to anyone, because there's no huge gossip network any more. My reputation doesn't follow me around any more. I have met more new people in the six months I have been out of school than in two entire years of school. It's really nice to finally just be a regular damn person. I have a car, a job, and a default rest location. I can wake up on my days off and do whatever the hell I want.
I guess what I'm trying to convey here is the utter sense of freedom I'm getting, here. Getting out of the house was a final step, of sorts. I'm not responsible for anyone else anymore, technically. Toni's the closest thing at this point, and I don't live with her, so yeah. If I wanted to, I could get up from this desk and drive into Washington in the middle of the night and spend a day in Seattle.
That sounds like a good idea.
One of these days, once I get situated in my own apartment and settled in for the next decade or whatever, I am taking the car and whoever wants to come, and I am going on a road trip. I don't know where, yet; Montana probably. I think I might go by myself, actually. Take a week, at least. A month would be awesome. I want to see things; I wanna get this wanderlust worked out, get a sense of things. I want to drive down a road in the morning, with no one else for miles in either direction, and only have a vague idea of where I might end up.
Taste some freedom, I guess.